(Barlou)
Here at sharp noon, it's Martini, petanque

Yah, we make dough, we decamp
I live in Wisteria Lane but my neighbor is Virginie Despentes
Not Bree Van de Kamp, the world is divided into two camps (who?)
There are the Barlous, and those who dream of being it
Can we say that I fill the dishwasher
If I take the maid doggy style (in le'-le')
I'm going to make noise (like what?)
Like two skeletons
Who fuck loudly in a metal coffin
To be honest, drugs circulate in detail (at DD)
And that, under the nose of the national police
And it's the State that gives the go-ahead
They let us deal so that the suburbs don't catch fire
And out of a hundred women (for life)
How many are married to future Jonathan Davals? (Way too many)

You've smoked too much, pedo you've sunk
In your brain it's like in the game of naval battle
You're the terror of the city
And your mother looks at you like the mistake of her life
She prays for your inner light to revive

Even if you're not hungry, eat your dead, eat your dead
Buy some bread and go eat your dead
With wine and Boursin, eat your dead, eat your dead
You can't stop me when I start, when I devour
On the spot or to take away, you're going to eat your dead
In pie or compote, you're going to eat your dead
I'm always angry, I'm always dead
I'm still angry, I'm still dead

I'm moving straight ahead, straight, straight
Like Nemesis in Resident Evil 3
It's going to go "drrah, drrah, drrah"
Live where you want, but die where you must

I'm out of the hood, hood, I'm not cold anymore
I put on my goose feather down jacket
Following the "boom, boom" of the pouchka
And followed by the "vroom, vroom" of a ture-voi
Touch her pussy, you have no more finger (we cut it)
You have no more hand (we bleed you) we shorten you
You're a pusher, like Pepe le Pew
With a lot of girls you deserve the corridor
If the cops are chasing you (pointer)
Before going to sleep, I recite Ayatloul Koursi
I stop hitting when I see my knuckles open
It's my rotten challenge
And when the cat eats mouse, strangely, I smile

Even if you're not hungry, eat your dead, eat your dead
Buy some bread and go eat your dead
With wine and Boursin, eat your dead
You can't stop me when I start, when I devour
On the spot or to take away, you're going to eat your dead
In pie or compote, you're going to eat your dead
I'm always angry, I'm always dead
I'm still angry, I'm still dead

I'm moving straight ahead, straight, straight
Like Nemesis in Resident Evil 3
It's going to go "drrah, drrah, drrah"
Live where you want, but die where you must

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