Wouh Blaise
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We come to screw mothers like in the 40s
Ask your grandfather, he died in the camps
This son of a bitch fell from the watchtower
Like a duck, I'm always in the pond
Like a lettuce leaf, I get in your teeth
Like your stepfather, I have annoying tics
A concrete team, a portos that relaxes
Your grandmother who stumbles, I'm not sure she hears me
Like Maximy, I sleep at the inhabitant's
Like in Lyon, everything is played at halftime
Always on time, never waiting
Never camping but always in your aunt
I keep my glasses under Jean-Pierre Coffe
I watch the beurettes under Poliakov
I waste my future, disaster
And the sound of Future Mask-Off

You don't have the floor like Poutou without a tie, hey
Poutou without a tie, knock on the door and you get a whip, hey
A whip, you don't have the floor like Poutou without a tie, hey
Poutou without a tie, knock on the door and you get a whip, hey
A whip!

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