I've been in the same paranoia for several days
Arguing with my aunt
Because she saw me in the sink
Kissing my cousin with tongue
In this ring, my mic is like a slingshot
I hit you with bilingual rhymes, the coast is not Nsync
And those who listen to Nsync
Don't know the Damassa race of the buddies
Of the wide pants only hunting for vaginas

Don't be indignant, and indict
Nobody resigns a worthy flow
Dig before you designate
In a gang bang
Fuck bitches, never
Beat bitches Damassa
Heavy mafia like Frank Lucas ya
It's a crazy guy in the piece in bell air
Rhyming without my Couvert
I guide you like a chauffeur
Hell yeah
I did freestyle and it took a sheet, two
My verse is hard dick
To shut your mouth
Damassa is the smoke, is a race, is a plague
It's the swarm is the zika, damn

Pompeii, stone spout
Costa gold affects the girls
Terrorist rhymer with false poet sensor
In the ketamine groove, and I hate quiet girl
Hallucinates like your blood on methamphetamine meta
They said boom, I said fya
Fuck Tyler
2 triples and 1 chicken jr is the best lifestyle
On Globo it's manipulation, they leave Thiago Liefert
On Fox, Adam Sandler gargles Michelle Pfeiffer
Pass the pipe is the sniper marcola
Predella is not Tiger Woods no
Predella is the weed tiger
I hate Tyga

Save in the salute that I save in the flipped rhyme
In the flow discipline and you see that this here
Gave more breeze than sage uharhh
Nausea, I feel my stomach empty
Euthanasia, oriental nurse, am I in Asia?
I have heartburn, in the west wing made in braza, Damassa
A heavy family, muchas gracias

Ya-ba-da-ba-duh, don! Fat-flingston
Bad-rock! Crackland, downtown
São Paulo, capital, morally is without escape
Razor flow, call me fat crugger
Talk, talk, talk about us, but don't talk too much
Friend, becomes enemy if he worries about me and doesn't do
Half of what I do more calls me asshole
Maybe for your failure I already have the explanation
I'm Don Cesão, but you're not
How do you feel when you shake my hand?
Light, camera and action without bilu is tetéia
Serginho malandro thinking with these old aunt rhymes
Saw the hot girl in the audience and asked "can she fuck?"
Then it can't, she's the blowjob queen
In that pussy there are more rappers than my ipod
Uhhm rs oh ma god

Good night! Another sleepwalking tag
This is my symbol
Sample on the beat asks for my rap even if I'm a vandal
I'm buffalo weight, with identity, or become a replica
Subversive to labels or, minds without goals and stuff
In the flash pace or in the appetite for cash the rhythm is without fyi
More secret than my supply
24 By 7 smart, I rip quiet, this is charasguaya, we're "on fire"
And the profit she hides under her skirt (gluff rs)
Hidden like saigon, 5 out of 20 cypher
Only in my sound will I have what interests knockout on Mike Tyson
Ma' nigga was just a grain
I know I'm crazy for the rhymes I flex
Here I select
From December to January I don't disappoint
What do you want me to do?
I do what I know how to do, without imitating you
Try to understand, come to know, but without interfering
And if you want to know? I assimilate the track's, alcohol and tag
Listen I take it seriously lek, I aim for the cash, a duplex tey

Hã hã hã go

Another stimulus rap is not news
My finger for the cameras
Strong idea comes that explodes ceramics
Don't suck my egg, that I'm active again
It's the straight talk, words that set your flags on fire
Grumpy is not big-mouthed, with rap I listen to myself
My victory that shut your mouth
Of those who should have been born mute
And I'm going to run a little more and in my future
I'm going to buy a chocolate and a big fat cigarette, potbellied
I kick this stone I drown inside the beer
My buddy overlooks the empty gaze of Minerva
Respect this batch of MC's who value themselves, you asshole
I introduce you to my trained sack
Excuse me here, my groove continues accelerated
On the base I can feel that
Bum talks a lot, he cries
And can't keep up the pace, ha just not
Comedy says he's a jerk
My situation, put tape, rewind the tape Jão
I would stretch my whole arm for you
If you gave me your hand back there, asshole
Excuse your act of those who don't fuck
Avoid bla-bla-bla I prefer the sound of Costa Gold
On this track there are 2 types of MC
Those who learned something from me
And those from whom I learned

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