I walk sideways, I feel burned out, I'm waiting for the plan to take you down
I'm going to struggle for this money, you'll never see me begging
The account is settled, I'm messed up, I'm going to shoot these wild boars
I'm going to fold everything and forget you, I have the secret of the Templars
You worked on your abs but you're just a choir boy
I stayed in the lab, I'm Merlin the enchanter
All these latecomers are just temps
Put your weapon down and revise your grammar
Very bad temper, it only gets worse
In the evening, I smash my head and go on a spree
Tired from the party, I just want to get away
In the grinder, I chop the green, my hands keep sweating

Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair
Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair (bitch, bitch)
Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair

My fucking power, it's multiplied, I have many enemies who hope to kill me
These fags have never made money, in front of me, they are dumbfounded
There was nothing when we started, new Cartier glasses with tinted lenses
Tonight, my whore is naked (bitch), as very often, she is crazy
In Évry, my city is reputed, in front of the cops, you have to stay silent
They want to get us to talk, anyway, we are very clever
I smoke THC, I'm exhausted, the pollen makes me sneeze
I'm super happy if I hit you, you're going to bleed from the nose, I'm going to execute you
A part schizophrenic, a part bipolar, very early excluded from school life
I smoke mushrooms, green beans, you gamble your life on a poker game
I give a shoutout to those with big gaps, we are either kids or adults
Like a beggar, I want people to hand me money, enjoy your life because you only have one
Now, I deploy my tentacles, if you're on your period, I'll take you from behind
I fuck you straight, I send you to the moon, I go shopping on big avenues
I shoot a clip on the crime scene, I roll a spliff with stupid bitches
From now on, I only think about making money, I'm a champion like Freddy Mercury (bi-bi-bi-bitch)
I put a knife to your throat, I don't want to hear your heart beating loudly
Put all the money in a sports bag, my promises are death threats
I sleep during the day, I go out late at night, to meet whores who massage my body
I have no regrets man, I have no remorse, these shitty verses are worth gold

Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair
Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair
Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair

Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair (bitch, bitch)
Revolver, revolver, at war as at war
A very bad temper, I spray you like a Canadair

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