I don't want to talk to you anymore, I don't want to talk to my friends anymore, I don't want to talk to this *** anymore, this face is full of ***, stop, stop, I'm not with you anymore, stop You're a magician, and you're so cool, what a nice makeup, brava brava Your father knows that you *** old people like the ones in Prague To buy coke, to give it to your man, why don't you work? Two grams per hour, *** it, take it It's the proof of the cook, the cleric, those who have the simplest controls You'd make the doctors spit on them You're a winner, but you're a state thief, you don't die, but you're in a state, bravo Who commands, but has never been good, we have a side, yes, but it has always been flat I have a third degree, I'm on the third floor, I'm not throwing it away, it's the third house, I can stay here If a girl is a thief, the house is a bed, but who breaks it pays, I'm with Macetto I go on stage, and I rap you in the face, it doesn't matter, it's a case The lawyer in crisis, like Postal, I hope you kill yourself soon, post, high The boys pretend, I don't even have hairs on my face, but I don't even have hairs on my tongue They challenge the nerves like in Cinta, I want a C on my Cinta Until I get drunk, everything is smooth, I eat roast beef in the bistro, I hate the sexist roast beef So *** when you talk, with me, no, we don't shop Nothing big, nothing big, nothing small, I'm raw So *** when you talk, so *** when you talk So *** when you talk, when you talk, when you talk I eat a chicken with the crew, I eat a chicken with the crew I eat a chicken in the oven, fried, cooked with gombao My team, Celestão, we're going down together, wow For that, I'll buy a house in Bilbao Chicken wings, fish and chips, two-way beef ***, *** I come with this chick from Chile, from the chicken, from the chicken Who folds the strings like G-Gang did I like her because I make her wounds, nipples, endless fatigue To say that I rap from the time of the lyre, it depresses me When I see that people don't know what to say anymore To speak, you express yourself with faces, but without understanding, you grow better first Dozens and dozens of Alfieri pretend to be queens, but they remain pedants To say, I attract the chickens with the pecchime Tens of rich invertebrates, three disinterested, I fall like the saints When I curse, you are interpellated, you want my flow, but you pay it, it's not ***, it's the sun In the photos, I remember, I look like an orc of Mordor I drink chicken wings on fire and I melt Hatred makes me fatter I look at your photos and you're always a little naked Now there's very little porn left I'll tell you face to face, I don't feel remorse But I don't meet you, I sleep during the day So *** when you talk to me No, I drink shot, nothing, cough Nothing, cough, nothing, smoke, smoke So *** when you talk So *** when you talk So *** when you talk When you talk, when you talk I eat chicken with the crew I eat chicken with the artist I eat chicken with the artist It doesn't matter if you tell me She doesn't want you, she wants more I cook these babies for myself I cook those babies for myself I drink juice, but I don't pay Yeah Yeah