Gang

Zoingoinzoin
If I insult everyone, it's Fifty's fault
Talk to me strictly business, I'm in E.P.M.D mode
There's nothing happy left, fuck their fake life
Tell them "Joe, everything comes back to us"
We don't do fifty-fifty
Apparently, where I come from
We love blood and action
I'd rather be called reactionary than be called without reaction
Who do you think has sucked more footballers' dicks?
Between de Bruyne's ex-wife, and good old Vegedream
What's this big mess? They're half-rappers, half-punks
I don't really like the New Wave, they have Chipmunks voices
If you demonize Hitler, demonize Leopold II
Demonize Napoleon, demonize Christopher Columbus

Everyone claims a deal
Everyone wants to weave their web
Feminist, to campaign you don't need to get naked
I have to rap in a straitjacket, Hannibal
Lone wolf I think I'm half-man, half-animal
I arrive at the wrong time, s/o the plug, s/o Ruki
I'm not the new king without a crown
Nor the new Despo Rutti
In my head I'm in a duel, common people against autistics
Awake people will be passed off as conspiracy theorists

If I insult everyone, it's Fifty's fault
Talk to me strictly business, I'm in E.P.M.D mode
They talk to us about progress
They take advantage of it to remove our morals
The style is nonchalant
Like in 0.9 or Hell on Earth
We gave you the breast so shut up, you think you're legitimate?
I see you as a piston, as a little cousin, I see you as Baby Keem
They have very little honor
And for that I must despise them
For a small bill
They could even rap at the Elysée

My truth is in the Quran
Not in the protocols of the Elders of Zion
I advise wise decisions
I accumulate bricks, and I cut myself off from the world
They were blinding us with 49.3 during the World Cup
That's why they want us to be distracted
Fuck the millions of words, I prefer the ten actions
KIDVILLAIN

If I insult everyone, it's Fifty's fault
Talk to me strictly business, I'm in E.P.M.D mode

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