(Fuck it's easy) amen

I would so much like to make peace with you, with me
Yeah but no, my worst enemy doesn't leave me enough space
I am you, you are me, I even come from your mother
We come from the same shit and yet, you attack me
I'm gonna melt your fat, I'm gonna find your address
Show you my skill when I sing the mass
They will say in the press that it's because of the struggle
That we were savages, hostages of the shipwreck

Teenagers without a compass, adults too bitter
They adore me, it's a party, I insult them, it's shit
They took me for a clown, they took me for a madman
For your information, I make more money than you, my nympho
My degree in maths-computer science is useless, I don't work
I stay calm, I don't act like a thug, I stay under the sheet, like KKK
When I get up, I want to kill them, I want to fuck them in the alley
Fuck a duel, I'm gonna shit on them like a seagull
I'm gonna slash them with Moët, explode on the bar, I pull a bar
And smile, I have a black and rotten heart, I like the night
There are fewer people, there is my weed, there is my blonde, there is my dick
There is my blonde, it's Vald who has the bomb, bom-bom-bomb
Well, of course, you're not lucky, you're not handsome, you don't have money
You're in heat, you're pathetic, so you act like a son of a bitch
I hope you pray to Jesus when the guard breaks your ass
On your grave, I piss on it, undertaker asks who are you
I'm pissed off, I'm learning to satisfy it, start running fast
To your rescue, no one will come running

I would so much like to make peace with you, with me
Yeah but no, my worst enemy doesn't leave me enough space
I am you, you are me, I even come from your mother
We come from the same shit and yet, you attack me
I'm gonna melt your fat, I'm gonna find your address
Show you my skill when I sing the mass
They will say in the press that it's because of the struggle
That we were savages, hostages of the shipwreck

(Hostages of the shipwreck, hostages of the shipwreck)
Shut your mouth, I'm pissed off, I drown my anger in anger
In rum, in your mom, in the slums, wesh the deum
I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off

What do you think? I'm not gonna let go, on the cross, I'll be gunned down
I'm at the pak-pak, I'm torn apart, calm down, I'm gonna write you a check
Or shave your pussy, or smash your head
To hurt you, I strive, I get dressed and I remember
I have to go back to my business, for a bill, you skate
For a bill, suck my dick, you only apply to deny
Wait, I have something to say "I love you, bitch, you attract me"
I always have a finger on your clit, I think your pussy is a click whore"
I wake up in my Xantia, not in a new Bugatti
I remember them from the old days, when smiling was easier
When dying scared me, when Forrest Gump broke my heart
I think I'm gonna take one more dream, I'm tired of dreaming of murder
I'm pissed off and will be until I'm free, I'll be pissed off until I'm drunk
Ask me for a cigarette if you want to disappear quickly

I would so much like to make peace with you, with me
Yeah but no, my worst enemy doesn't leave me enough space
I am you, you are me, I even come from your mother
We come from the same shit and yet, you attack me
I'm gonna melt your fat, I'm gonna find your address
Show you my skill when I sing the mass
They will say in the press that it's because of the struggle
That we were savages, hostages of the shipwreck

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