I'll pop the champagne at the death of the one-eyed man
I'll pop it at the death of his daughter
I'll pop the champagne at the death of Marshal
Like my grandfather at the death of the marshal
Verbally, only professional bursts
Make room in the Assembly
There are 89 too many
Sanitary cord around the neck
I tear out the evil at the root
Algerian flag in the town hall
To hurt the racist
Well implanted in my soles
It's too hard to re-immigrate us
But what have I done this week?
There's no one I've replaced (damn)
Birth rate, demographic weapon
Feat, the deputation
The reputation of the Arabs of Africa
From the belly of their women come detonations
So my darling, we need to see each other more
These bastards I see that it scares them
The feeling is good, we do our hlel
In nine months our twins are crying
Darmanin, Abad, starf
France is on a bad, bad, bad trip
We're not part of it
Children of the pa-pa-patrie
We don't shake hands with fascists (no)
We don't shake hands with Darmanin (never)
My deputy just finished his exams
Yours just finished in examination
I come from 94 like Louis Boyard
I'm a prolo's son like Louis Boyard
I sold drugs like Louis Boyard
I don't shake their hand like Louis Boyard
I'm going to fuck everything up young like Louis Boyard
I got hit with flashballs like Louis Boyard
I create social link like Louis Boyard
I don't shake their hand like Louis Boyard
In the pocket I have enough to redo the contours to Quatennens
My beatmaker and I it's a four hands
They want to be heavy
They don't weigh more than four thin
I cut like four pincers
The atmosphere is weird these days
It's complicated to study
Fuck your minister's reform
If because of him I have to do parcoursup
It holds the walls engraved in marble
They're not humans anymore, they're columns
You want me to introduce you to hadda you don't know him
My bro is a guy from the Polognes
We slalom between them, the cops to avoid, the brothers under seal
The flockos to slap, the fascists to bleed
You can play the fool, you'll never have more flow than Sellier
Knife in the back when the fight is so ugly
Knife in the fake, swastika on his head
Paris is far (Paris is far)
But there Lutèce is so close
Light a faf, two fafs, three fafs
(Fuck the pigs)
You're not getting up anytime soon
When we cut off his head I'll read my future in Papacito's skull
I'm waiting for censorship like you're waiting for the chorus
These bastards are only waiting for the SACEM
Allahou akbar Madame the judge
This phase was not republican
To these bastards we don't hug
Fuck the chickens except in the colombo
My deputy just chose his collabs
Yours is just a son of collaborators
I come from 94 like Louis Boyard
I'm a prolo's son like Louis Boyard
I sold drugs like Louis Boyard
I don't shake their hand like Louis Boyard
I'm going to fuck everything up young like Louis Boyard
I got hit with flashballs like Louis Boyard
I create social link like Louis Boyard
I don't shake their hand like Louis Boyard
I come from 94 like Louis Boyard
I sold drugs like Louis Boyard
I'm going to fuck everything up young like Louis
I create social link like Louis Boyard
I don't shake their hand like Louis Boyard

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