I'm on the street like in galleries
Monster in your sight, no, it's not Halloween
We come out of the battlefield, don't dive into platonic relationship
No, no, don't get the Diss drunk, gnaw at my calories
Weed and syntheses for my catering
It's been months since I've had any rhymes
No, I shouldn't say it, your God will slap me in revenge
But, screw him, he's not there, even when I stay
Ask Heaven for the recipe to make so much money
The recipe to make love without even an "I love you"
It's sad, I'm never the same except when I have sex
I'm unhappy, I know she loves me even when I leave
I put on the show like Walt Disney or Snow White
I hope for the O.D. or the million before turning thirty
Your crew is made up of little whores and big shits
I don't want to see you anymore, I'm going to meditate in front of a field of weed
Bitch, you leave without landmarks, bitch, you talk without doing it
Bitch, you mask your reflection, bitch, you break your brother
Bitch, for you, it's hell, bitch, this time, it's the last
Bitch, for you, too many lines, bitch, for you, no truce
Bitch, it's time for the hlib and I'm for love
I have nine pussies, not nine guns courting me
What's up Sully? A.k.a. sudden death
The bite worthy of a piranha, destiny as sublime as Rihanna
In a single rhyme, I can irradiate you
My dude, I pee on the foot of the brigadier
Me, I'm nice, don't defame
Otherwise, your asshole, we can dilate, my heart can't be hacked

We don't stop, brother, we continue with fewer friends
Residues on the SACEM card, on the ADAMI card
Figures chain up but memories chain me up, dude
I send cuffs, wesh, the army of hell roams

What will we tell the kids? (huh?) That we tried hard? (huh?)
No, don't stutter (huh?)
Me, dude, I'm going to screw everything up (huh?), I don't care about complaining (huh?)
Bitch, I worked hard (huh?), where did you go this summer? (huh?)
With every stick in the wheels, I tell myself I'm blessed
I screw the orders, I don't like the colors of the uniform
What's the power when the President is the biggest
Bitch in the country? No, look, little pelican
I have the flow of melting ice, hatred of suburbanites
I act like a good lizard, padlock on your departure
Not on the Pont des Arts, anyway, you were already whining
Before we broke up, but there's no good riddance

We don't stop, brother, we continue with fewer friends
Residues on the SACEM card, on the ADAMI card
Figures chain up but memories chain me up, dude
I send cuffs, wesh, the army of hell roams
We don't stop, brother, we continue with fewer friends
Residues on the SACEM card, on the ADAMI card
Figures chain up but memories chain me up, dude
I send cuffs, wesh, the army of hell roams

The army of hell roams, the army of hell roams
The army of hell roams, the army of hell roams

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