Hey, we wanted to break into music, finally I'm breaking into McDonald's
I wanted to make a movie of my life, for now I'm making a big mac
Between burgers and fries I try to recite my raps
Before the manager tells me "shut up and make wraps" (hey)
I'll eventually break through, but I don't know in what yet
In rap, radio, cinema, or even Swedish porn
You never manage to tighten but it's like the grip you put 2 fingers
I arrive at your party with 15 people "yeah it's me the Trojan horse"
Never knew hardship, never knew the projects
I know the countryside and the western suburbs
I know champagne at the end of mass
I have no mental strength against your niece's ass
Your crew is a fan of Eminem, it always ends in RC
My crew is like your hymen, it will eventually break
I have silky hair ask shea butter
You want to make money ask your sister to prostitute
You want to rap seriously but you have the flow of Maïté
My rap is more furious than all your city raps
I smoke two cigars like Captain Hook
Uppercut, left right and hook
I go to the sea, I fish for pike
I take your mothers I make skewers (han)
I watch balls all day
I break balls when I'm drunk
My freestyle like your sister
It's going to get around
I'm not pedophile but I find my inspiration in the little Robert
We are the only ones to make a clip at a barber being beardless
I don't have the face for the job
I have the face of the left life
I can't rap because I'm not black
So call me the albino

We dream of being known to better get into clubs
So that our exes bite their fingers
So that your guy is less fresh than me
It makes us dream of being known to better get into clubs
So that our exes bite their fingers
So that your guy is less fresh than me
It makes us dream of being known to better get into clubs
So that our exes bite their fingers
So that your guy is less fresh than me
It makes us dream of being known to better get into clubs
So that our exes bite their fingers
So that your guy is less fresh than me
Ba-bang bang

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