Wow, wh-wh-wh-wh-what's going on?
Hey, hey, han

You won't have bullets, deserve one in the head
I'm one of those guys who write with their eyes fixed on the sky
You're as far from being ready to beat me as I am from being a priest
Don't call me "darling", I'm the cherry on the space cake
D-E-A-D-I, the one who tries to get away without a rhyme pulled by the hair
And who would never say what he would never say, who doesn't make miles
Who kills them and who leaves the guys, lyrical tightrope walker
Wholesaler of epic freestyles whatever the beats
I despise and it's dead, like DBS
Dace to DBZ, like DBGT facing DBZ
Like DBZ facing DB, in short, I think
You've understood how dead it was
The worst deranged often have angel faces, and I know something about it
Yeah, dude
On the head of Blaiz's zeb', of the de', yours jumps
You would deserve to be transferred to the Velpeau hospital

Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey
Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey
Joint of weed in the left hand

Hun, yeah
Wow, wh-wh-wh-wh-what's going on?
Wow, wh-wh-wh-wh-what's going on, people?

I'm the favorite student of the most hated teachers in school
Lower my grades and I'll send Moussa (?) your kids
Don't care about the islanders who defy the little ones (?)
I'm more intrigued by the age of Maggie from the Simpsons
Don't care about your idols, your icons, the epilogue
Of Sekiro and your people, most wouldn't have
Their puppet at Les Guignols, dog of the break like Isidore

Deadi always poses on the H like at the heliport
I sharpen my claws at the time when Freddy sleeps and Mehdi goes out
Eminent rhymer, I deserve my reposts and ripostes
Whatever the attack, I'll make your party, whatever the date
The dope is so good that they wiggle and then don't wiggle anymore
And I don't give a damn about Sephiroth, camouflaged
In my tall grass surrounded by all my other selves
Making us your groupies, forget it, your boogies, they're Ewoks
Like Kenny, I perish and then resurrect in each episode

Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey
Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey

Joint of weed in the left hand, nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Don't care about being at the beach, Deadi Kubrick on the cam'
Break your prod' like Jack, break the door with an axe
In short, the smell of taga annoys you
Trace from there, two drags and your soul goes to 'Dam

I create, I'm (?) to eat, and the beast is very hungry
In your place, I wouldn't stay there if you don't have your place
Padawan, be yourself and not the pale
Copy of the lookalike of I don't know who would have taken a lot of money
I hang out where the cops patrol (?)
(?) and the three quarters doesn't have (?) screams at the time when there is
Nathalie screaming at her window, rap ten times more cheated
Than the bosses of Mega Man NES, as Mory would have said
If you don't have money, you don't have zeb', allergic to the dancefloor
My madness won't take a break, dude

Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey
Joint of weed in the left hand
Nothing better in the right hand
Bruises all over the body like an Avatar
Like a fucking dead Avatar, hey

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