Not everything that is beautiful is truly beautiful, so it's better if you don't like it
Because a brain will have a burden that doesn't affect the incapable
You want to be a model to find followers
But it's a fake esteem like three-quarters of your kisses
Go, bitch

Be quiet, it doesn't matter if you're upset
You'll see a horde of predators
The right time when you lie down
I'm so hungry I could eat crustaceans with their shells
Until I have an imperial altar in the Ara Pacis

You search on YouTube what hardcore is
My crew is the ghost of the Louvre, the name is Belphegor
You act tough with an overdrawn account at the Sheraton
You're a coward who shoots himself like Cheddar Bob
Young singers (Well)
Cocaine addicts at the top
Too many mythomaniacs (Yes)
How many phenomena? (I don't know)
Hip-hop has been the opium of the people for a while
We are the vox populi and you poor hypocritical pop
So believe me, from the demons of benefit
Scenarios more degenerate than a porn made in Germany
More controversial than Charles Manson, not Marilyn
You can't put Gwen Stefani with Led Zeppelin
I know you harass me but then you pretend to be a victim
While you entrust your children to the claws of Billy Milligan
Work doesn't ennoble a slave
But glorifies those with a hole in their skull
I'm a suicidol
I'm a suicidol
I'm a suicidol
What passes through looks at who is beautiful and hear how good, suicidol

Uadada dei, uadadada dei
Nitro was killed by Wilson and Phil the Pain
Uadada dei, uadadada dei
I'd stab you like Simpson O.J.

You end up like Jack, torn to pieces by Mr. Hyde
Can't you see? Hipster sees hipster, you act
Bad luck keeps you together like the cast of Sister Act
Fortune smiles as long as it has teeth
It's an insecure whore who exploits the fathers of failures
Success, on the other hand, has no friends or relatives
It only has apparent friends
All fake happy and content
Do you want clarifications?
Do you feel non-conforming?
The tank top and your New Era are still a uniform
Follow the footsteps of the massacre "come and see" like in Horseman
You'll get many more likes when you post a post-mortem

You want a life but have an insomniac death in your room
Who babbles with the depth of a puddle
Then chatters, chatters, exaggerates like Piero Angela
Sorry but I can't hear what you say behind the mask
We are superficial, what do you want to do
Social climbers climb walls of dicks
I go back on my steps in the mortuary
I'm the kind too heavy to go in the air
Suicidol
I'm a suicidol
I'm a suicidol
What passes through looks at who is beautiful and hear how good
Suicidol

Uadada dei, uadadada dei
Nitro was killed by Wilson and Phil the Pain
Uadada dei, uadadada dei
I'd stab you like Simpson O.J.

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