Sing in my heart
And its song is as sweet as a caress
A bird sings in my heart
It's spring, everything is joyful, everything is in bloom
It's so beautiful (a little bit of love) under the lilacs
(A little bit of tenderness) smiling
(A little bit of good feelings) love reaches out to us
(A little bit of calm)
(Ah no, I'm going to lose it)
(You're lucky I'm not the type to call people sons of bitches, eh)

I'm the king of rhymes of sons of bitches who sniff in "son of a bitch"
You, you're just the king of sons of bitches
Who would deserve to get a sentence of son of a bitch
For daring to call his public defender a whore
Wherever you are, you act like a whore
Your favorite sound is "Don't let your son of a bitch hang around"
You called the priests "my father"? They called you "my son of a bitch"
In One Piece, you're Luffy's bitch (yeah)
You're just a son of a bitch, the kind of son of a bitch
Who plays the son of a bitch surrounded by sons of bitches
I may be a son of a bitch but, you, it's worse, I swear (yeah)
You're the biggest son of a bitch of all the sons of bitches
Even the other sons of bitches call you "the son of a bitch"
Your own whore mother calls you a son of a bitch
But, if you can take this son of a bitch verse
I'll never insult you as a son of a bitch again, you son of a bitch

Han, you're just a son of a bitch
Yeah
You know what kind of son of a bitch you are? (What kind of son of a bitch)
Well

You're the kind of son of a bitch fascinated by the sons of "whoredom"
The kind of son of a bitch that the sons of "whoreologists" study
The kind of son of a bitch who didn't even need to come out of a whore's orifice
And who, yet, behaves as if he was the son of two whores
Your astrological sign is son of a bitch
Ascending son of a bitch, on your ID card
Your particular sign is son of a bitch
I burn your wick, you go off in fireworks of whore
You're closer to the building than to the monument of whore
If we sacrifice you, it gives a sacrifice of whore
And if, according to you, this is not son of a bitch rap
It's because you're really the last of the sons of bitches, you son of a bitch

(You son of a bitch) Han, you're just a son of a bitch
Yeah (yeah)

Whores feel insulted every time you're insulted as a son of a bitch
It's true, yeah
With your little son of a bitch face
Your little son of a bitch shirt
Ironed with your son of a bitch iron
Seriously, it's abused how much you're just a son of a son of a fucking son of a bitch
It's hard to say, I swear (it's super hard, yeah)
But you're just a son of a bitch (smiling, love reaches out to us
Always more tender
More charming
A bird sings, sings in my heart)

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