You thought my voice was tight, you're hurting me baby Anyway, I have two rounds ahead, like Mr. Ben Laden Harry, my existence is not only hatred and pain It would be to lie to you, just like to tell the left-wingers that he has a vein I've eaten too many problems, so I'm throwing away solutions The only way to insult you without making you fart, well, it's the sound Get my level of education, get my *** life To show that I'm in the ***, I write my punchlines on PQ Often women are responsible for barbarism of descent And the solution is in a more decent encroachment You loved her, you cherished her, under the pretext that she is pretty Don't cry, we have stories that don't fly anymore, like Evangelii Harry, the devil is tenacious, so lazy, you think of Dallas And you make believe that paradise sums up to 50 million dollars Stop fascinating your kids with Kinder Bueno Put them in front of Jean-Pierre Pernaut, then talk to them about porn They make me look like a valet, I throw the ground over the cliff I take the slope against the blood on a two-wheeled carousel So you see the delirium, I have the looks on me like a sailor's sister Know that we don't take it to the ocean, trials aboard a sailboat I didn't learn anything in college, and I'm telling you no kidding If I give you my glasses, you'll see that the world is silicone Don't be fooled by what you see, a bullet can fly fast Do I *** the atmosphere if I say optical, Santa Claus is paid For all those who have the rope, blow up to Cardassia Know that we don't erase the scratches of a caravan around a carroua I leave the red cross in Lysanthiep, and I would like to click 100 But I have to talk about the corpses without a head, who throw a hundred in Africa Your friend comes out of the ball, you must think it wasn't slow And for him, you weren't there, when you cross him, everything becomes pale I love your grandfather a lot, but you say he's a donkey Give him your last hug to be able to catch the can On Terra, we are only two passages, in Paris, the sound is the bazaar In 75, a delinquent, out of three, dies or dies in a bazaar Here, there are only one life, according to my *** calculation To change my faults, I would need as much life as I have gaps But with the devil, it's special, he's special and changes in pieces We put ourselves in the guff like Whitney Houston, in the mouth, we put ourselves in Wesson It hangs on the salad, with the gifts to go there One advice to the cousin, the other takes only to say inshallah The world is going to explode, sins will be exposed Then posed, in order to be curious and question the opposite *** I'm standing on top of a building, I'm in the void and there's no dinner Stupid and futile people, like the one who presents Big Deal I've been to too many ventas, well too close, I have twenty souls I want to change, but I know that we don't boycott Coca, we drink Fanta Crossing the border is not easy, in Holland, the boss is not nice Out of the basin, down to Masiwak, basketball and bazin You wanted the glory to tickle you, well for that, you had to piss yourself You spit, listen, you regret it a lot, you sing under your pillow Yeah, it's weird, Zinkou, now everyone kisses you like a kitten In your castle, however, your heart remains always in the shadow Football players are rented, from Manu to Loewen Cristiano, Michael, Owen, and it falls like Nintz and Loewen And the DVDs are cheap like Doui, for Doui, they are almost gifted Martin will stay first, as long as his mother gives him his dues Go to WAM on occasion, the little spas sell on location Vocation, dealer, Montpegat, Sanska, Fless, La Vida, Loka I write barge texts that concern your father and your wife While the tourists in Pagai make tawaf to the Eiffel Tower Around WAM, disguised, disguised, disguised And for the faps, it's Hasta la Vista, on the track, only insta of fizzdub The world is sometimes his law, I'm shocked, so I write to myself So, we quickly forgot his soul, so let the salami pass Hi, it goes more, so we pass it despite the salad And it sleeps in our brains like a gray system, like this outsider Hey, tell me, when I'm going to drown, who's going to come and fish me under the water? DJ Khan and you will forget me on Europe, Papi Choulo