Yeah, Bar, Bar, you Bar, I Bar
Morrey Davidson, barlou, barlou

Me, original barlou, you're just an imitation
Their verses give me irritations
I love speed too much, screw their limitations
I understand blacks and Arabs better since I've had immigration problems in Thailand
I give sugar to the dog as they give blowjobs as congratulations
She's not a fishmonger, no, but her pussy smells like fish
If you're up against the wall, lift your head and suck the mason
If money falls from the sky, don't ask questions, it's because I'm in the plane
In other words, nothing falls from the sky except pigeon droppings
Nothing falls, except my friends in prison, the hebs is not the Jacky Show
Judged by fakes, sucked by crazies, rocked by Death Row
The competition is already quee-cho, my barlous are conquerors, vaquessos
Give a microphone to the queen of baltringues it becomes the king of the hot

We want to rob the bank, go wash your slit, let the tank pass
Barlou, barlou
Jordan high tops, the slope is slippery
Barlou, barlou
We want to rob the bank and shave Azealia Banks' slit
Gun on the temple, yeah I'm horny, it looks like a tent

I like to spray them with se-pha and sprawl on the sofa
This bitch seems hungry, she'll have everything on the eggs or the ce-fa
I just need one hand to rip out your teeth, pick up the she-ca
Like the Picole Crew, I want a lot of Jack but very little soda
Badly shaved convict beard, from love to hate, it's just one step
Even N is next to M in the alphabet of the laud-sa
Don't leave your hands on the heater, for the chos-fa I have a kalash in the esophagus
And like the alphabet of darkness, I tear myself away in YZ
No one is innocent, cousin, there's never anything trivial
Like cocaine, coco coco, Christophe Naudin
I don't wish you death but between us we could have done without your birth
To hardcore rap, barlou, I pledged allegiance

We want to rob the bank, go wash your slit, let the tank pass
Barlou, barlou
Jordan high tops, the slope is slippery
Barlou, barlou
We want to rob the bank and shave Azealia Banks' slit
Gun on the temple, yeah I'm horny, it looks like a tent

I came to behead the prod, bearded like Captain Haddock
And we're going to cut your balls off if you're the traitor who stole the coke
Your father should have put the condom on, look at our eyes it smells like experience
Don't be a bitch, jerk me off like we help out a friend so I can send the panna cotta
Your eyes just smell like ass so tell me why you're bragging
I come out of the sonacotra with a mafioso from Versace with a contract (Medusa, medusa)
At recess, I stole your marbles with a compass
They don't know how to fight so they scream but that doesn't count
I only rap with big moire-ar
Coffee grain on the thorax like in Gomorrah
You fought like a queen, why do you want to party like a king?
You're a whore, you want a king husband
You suck for marijuana
Tonight the cat is not there, so my mice sell rat poison

We want to rob the bank, go wash your slit, let the tank pass
Barlou, barlou
Jordan high tops, the slope is slippery
Barlou, barlou
We want to rob the bank and shave Azealia Banks' slit
Gun on the temple, yeah I'm horny, it looks like a tent

Seth Guex, Saint-Ouen-l'Aumône tieks
Néochrome gangz, barlou, barlou
Morray Davidson

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