| I feel this rap friend, there is nothing better
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| I can finally say everything I want
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| To the cuckolds who spit my name in my absence
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| Avoiding coming to make my acquaintance ...
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| They are failures, everything goes wrong with them
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| And they live by spitting on people who are worth it
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| Envy dictates to them the worst inventions
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| And the man believes in everything if he beats his balls ...
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| All there, shut up, you fucking carrion
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| In the living rooms they have turned into sewer branches
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| Jealousy ate their souls and hearts
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| And since then he still hasn't stopped throwing up ...
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| I and the blame all those who are with me shit
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| Any woman who wants me is deemed a whore
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| And I always get one raw and one cooked
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| From the faceless enemies that hell swallows her ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| Like shit ... like shit ... like shit ...
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| At the round tables I hear only bullshit
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| I who can say so much why don't you call me
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| The subject is your choice of drugs, sex, justice
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| I can also give you some first fruits ...
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| I hate them with reason, because they broke me
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| With the story, my story, of the drug addict singer-songwriter
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| And at the time of the daily assessment in the evening
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| I regret the moments I lived in jail ...
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| Dad you are there, yes, hold me
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| You know how many hero orphans like me go up
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| You died for the country too, but as it is
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| My name is not among the applauded children ...
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| This rap drives me crazy it doesn't stop my mouth
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| From now on I take advantage of it and then under whose turn it is
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| And it's up to those who take drugs but they know what it's worth
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| Shouting at the hypocrites, drugs are bad ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| Like shit ... like shit ... like shit ...
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| A pair of handcuffs and you're branded for life
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| And the culprit won another game
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| They absolve you in that case it doesn't make a turn
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| Journalism teaches when it is needed it does not explain ...
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| One tells another that he has heard
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| From a guy to whom Caio would have made it clear
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| And with the gossip he sewed on you
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| Marks on the skin that you carry around ...
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| My things, asshole, but who said it
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| They said about your wife that makes the hustlers
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| I would reply that I don't believe it
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| Because I only believe in what I see ...
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| And I have carried everything around for a lifetime and it passes
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| And they Carthusians down to dig my grave
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| Worse than repentants, everything is allowed to them
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| Wash their faces in the toilet face ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| This rap makes me lustful and convinced me
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| Even if it will be written that I am vulgar and violent
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| I think my detractors are vulgar
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| The faceless enemies and all their cronies ...
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| There is a victim living, but someone has noticed
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| That it is better to keep him away until he is dead
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| Here if you don't die you don't deserve the glory
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| When they buried you then you go down in history ...
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| I understood on my skin that this is the bad thing
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| But I live, I am alive that they stick to the cock ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| It's a bastard race ... all shit people ...
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| Like shit ... like shit ... like shit ... |