L.O.R. I don't forget you, never
Suik'On Blaze, stay strong always
BBP, Dolor, I.N.C.H, Nasdal, R.O.C, Georgio, DF
Bazoo, Rabakar, Scritch, Goune, Jarod, Wild Sketch, L'animalerie
Everyone, all these people
Sirius, The Most Serious Virus

I don't make pedophile satanic music for the hell of it
Just in case the Most High comes back
Explains to me that he exists and that my ribs
Will please the dogs of Hell, forever!
From the amphetamines I bring back, it's my rhymes, I swear, it revives
Even your granny, it goes fast, it goes "Vald" and "bam"
The vaginal leakage, it arrives, it's misery
Every birthday, I have new MC's for my dessert
I'm going to end up obese, stupid and haughty
Bitter about other guys like a feminist ovary
You don't make me dream anymore, it annoys me, I liked it
Of course I liked these guys who talked to me about nothing
About whores and goods much more than about good
Yes, about dough that was earned in mystical districts
At the time when these vile ones were fighting for sticks
So charged that I have the skin of a guy born in the Sixties
Yes, son of a bitch, it's me who buys so you're going to make sure
To be careful with your mustache and not to annoy me
Or your faggy polo shirt I'm going to stain, cup-fishing

Bring out the bourbon, I arrive in my dream buds
I rob the Brinks vans, do you know we fuck everything?
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
By Toutatis!

Bring out the bourbon, I arrive in my dream buds
I rob the Brinks vans, do you know we fuck everything?
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
By Toutatis!

Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Hostile garbage flows on the mic, I have the golden bic pen

I bring peace like a nuclear bomb
Masons on my nerves, niakson on my lips
Every second I evolve, because in the Bultex, I put uranium
When I spit, I break trunk, neck and head
Yes, trunk, neck and head; trunk, neck and head
I break trunk, neck and head -four times-
I give the gift of death with each verse
No more gold, no more gold, I have my tomb to customize
I live in an erotic film where the extras don't get excited
Even properly anymore, it's a mess, I'm not lying to you
You should see these dicks moaning
For a Swiss watch model
I'm not the troop, it's suicide at the end of the reprieve
Surviving is my first success
I smoke hard to cure my ulcer
I extract dough from the industry, Super-Sullyvan!
Severe cigarette, corsican verses
I catch Persians and gold diggers
I make them fucked by rottweilers
Making them believe that I know Dorcel
Rap is going bad and I have the remedy:
All these whores in barbed wire!
Yeah, sure, it's approximate
But that's not the problem, Sullyvan-Rockefeller!

Bring out the bourbon, I arrive in my dream buds
I rob the Brinks vans, do you know we fuck everything?
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
By Toutatis!

Bring out the bourbon, I arrive in my dream buds
I rob the Brinks vans, do you know we fuck everything?
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "By Toutatis"
By Toutatis!

Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Oki doki, I'm doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens die
Hostile garbage flows on the mic, I have the golden bic pen

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