Dirty South, my team is coming, guys panic
We're here to deliver quality, butchery, you have no idea
Yes, Dirty South, who can dedicate to it, me who can test it
We hit like LSD, we spread like an STD

We arrive unbolted since you started doing business
When it raps, there are no more friends, no more kisses
It's the street south, man, just mastery
Our handsome faces spit phrases that mobilize
Don't talk about economic crisis to all the dealers and all the hustlers
But what do you want, man, we endure this life of madness
If you want all the guys, I'd tell you go ahead
(If you want all the guys, I'd tell you go ahead)
It's not the flow of Biggie or Booba
But I've been bequeathing it since the mama years
And buddy, if I'm here, Comoco
From Quebec to Bafana
Let the fascists eat my banana
Because it's the crazy south
Palalalala, not born in rap without the cana cana cana
Three experts in Kala'-Kala'-Kala'
It's Yak and Degom and Sopra M'baba-baba-baba

Dirty South, my team is coming, guys panic
We're here to deliver quality, butchery, you have no idea
Yes, Dirty South, who can dedicate to it, me who can test it
We hit like LSD, we spread like an STD
Man, hey oh
Are my soldiers standing? Yo I say "hey oh"
We live, we fight, we die standing and I say "hey oh"
Where are my junkyard dogs, my lungs, dirty south (dirty south, dirty south, dirty south)

Dirty south
Man, that's where it all starts, where Degom spits and cuts all the beats
Cut heads, watch the controversy
Your friends panic when they hear it, Wak stutters
Rap with bat hits, broom hits, headbutts
Gunshots, elbow hits
Kicks to your neck, it snaps as soon as I unleash a barrage of rhymes
What's my name, Deg-degom
Lie down man and put on the bulletproof vest
You're in the south, that's what the guys are worth
Every punchline I drop makes my enemies grit their teeth
A bit like a rectal exam
And, and I break the score
No competition, Degom erases the sport
Man, it's time to clean up the music
Get ready, I came to set things straight

Dirty South, my team is coming, guys panic
We're here to deliver quality, butchery, you have no idea
Yes, Dirty South, who can dedicate to it, me who can test it
We hit like LSD, we spread like an STD
Man, hey oh
Are my soldiers standing? Yo I say "hey oh"
We live, we fight, we die standing and I say "hey oh"
Where are my junkyard dogs, my lungs, dirty south (dirty south, dirty south, dirty south)

Make sure you're wearing a bulletproof vest under your sweater
Because my buddy, it spits a lot in the south
Talk bad, we'll shoot you with lots of barbaric phases, we rush into the crowd
With them, they have to cut your ligaments
I can't promise you'll be alive at the end
Because here the fire cuts like a helicopter blade
On the heads of all my so-called competitors
Run away quickly because I'm like a hurricane
I devastate everything in my path without leaving anyone alive
Man, sit on the couch and quickly tell me why your style has become disappointing
Here's Soprano the titan
No more joking, I'm back with a pyromaniac's fire
For all my comrades who know I go crazy
When I leave the South like Kad Merad, man!

Dirty South, my team is coming, guys panic
We're here to deliver quality, butchery, you have no idea
Yes, Dirty South, who can dedicate to it, me who can test it
We hit like LSD, we spread like an STD
Man, hey oh
Are my soldiers standing? Yo I say "hey oh"
We live, we fight, we die standing and I say "hey oh"
Where are my junkyard dogs, my lungs, dirty south (dirty south, dirty south, dirty south)

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