My new song is an action movie
I'm kinda the station psycho
I'll wake my generation from its sleep
'Cause I'm not a d*ckhead, yet I've got a huge d*ck
My life is passion, I'm the shepherd
Of this thing called rap, I grab the staff
If I'm not enough, I'm enough for me
I'm the truth, you're just a storyteller
Hey Nayt, how much do you talk? Who are you talking to?
You're cool, I saw you've got long straight hair
Will you send a voice note for my friend who follows you?
If you do it singing I swear he'll jerk off twice
I'm one-sixty-four, a hundred kilos of flow
In your *ss look for rectal prolapse
No, I don't sing, no, I'm nobody
After I f*ck you good I'll collapse you in bed
Rhymes pay, mines roam, they tag me, act cute
You know what I mean, drop coins, grab snacks
I hate women who don't act like women but kennel chicks
Little Madonnas cry in a corner
I choke myself alone, I bleed
I think this is a miracle
It's the end, my cluster bomb in your cockpit
I nick you, I crack you, I mash you, see I’ve got tiger eyes
And then I feel weird and
Yeah I'm a tank, yeah
I take what we deserve and
Now that they answer, I don't call them
We’re not like them, I know
Living's a leap into the void
I heard LowLow's last track and the other one, it disgusts me
When I write I think of the one who won Sanremo, then I miss Primo
Good at business, yeah, looks like Disney bought you
I'd rather stay with a mistress than see you on my display
I won't leave this game until
I burn them all, like Rambo
Whoever sees me grows fearful
You see fire coming out of me, devouring
I can do rap, I can do trap
I can do that, I can do this
I can even do neo-melodic stuff
Done with Skioffi, yeah singing opera
What the f*ck should I say, what the f*ck should I say
I hear a track from this guy
He says what that other guy already said
It drops Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
You always find us on this wave
With your mom and dad giving b*wjobs, shut up
And then I feel weird and
Yeah, I'm a tank, yeah
I take what we deserve and
Now that they answer, I don't call them
We’re not like them, I know
Living's a leap into the void
I'm always out, I got no flowers
But emotions like ammunition