Call the hendecks we're coming for the rape
French rap belek we left school
Elementary my dear Watson ay
I know my alphabet like the Jackson Five
The volume for the retarded, makes horn ay
I have the flow so jerky that your bitch me
That your bitch me drag, your mom me graille
You can do magic without doing abracadabra
There are traces of war on my arms
There are traces of, on your sheets
Your grandmother drooled when she saw my life
Your grandfather dabbed like a Nazi salute
I get seasick when I'm not in the streets of my city
The starfish I don't rub shoulders with in my bed
Half-man half-wolf, but not Tintin's dog
For me you're just fairy dust
Make the sign of the 47ter with a semi-hard
I will make the million on this Earth with a B flat

Bang, bang, we're here
So much flow, you lose your voice
Bang, bang, we're here
So much flow, you lose your voice
Bang, bang, we're here
So much flow, you lose your voice
Bang, bang, we're here
So much flow, you lose your voice
Ba-bang, bang

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