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Boy, boy, I'm gonna punch you in the face
If you're more angry, I'm gonna punch you with three rhymes
From which two scenes, look at yourself, you've grown on the back of your penis
Paparazzi, caca, caca, no one puts a good name in your mouth
Madoiala and Manglea, meridians, no conto
It's a point with a game of caquette poems, they're in the middle, they're in the middle
You don't know how to defend, they're in the back
It's better than your dream, I'm waiting for your value, it's nothing, leave it to poetry
You've even commented, you were directly in the corner, just like Silkelu, my boss in the game
I'm trying to tell you what I'm about to say
I'm trying to tell you what I'm about to say
I'm trying to tell you what I'm about to say
I'm trying to tell you what I'm about to say
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
For all those who.
I'm yelling at you.
I've got something to tell you.
The small hole, for all those who won't let me go.
To let me be free, free of charge.
Directly from the top, let's go.
We'll put you on the roll.
Bagabuntu says a lot.
We'll end you all.
In Jargon Dao, not only is it real, I've donated my voice to you, Jesus, you are at the end
Music is at the end, and you have nothing to say
In the future, we will hold a spirit in the heart
Maximum respect for any project, no one can escape from a direct execution
And the camp promises an easy one, between me and the wind
The two labs separate, you give everything, you do everything
Between two festivals, I will analyze the work
At the 25th moment, the test is launched, the parachute is bent
The solstices, the girls, there is no problem, in the middle of the square, the guru is listening
I'll let them sing, we'll give them a hand
For all those who, I'm ashamed, I have a word to tell you
Guru Amiga, for all those who, don't let me down
I'll give you a piece of paper, a piece of paper
For all those who, I'm ashamed, I have a word to tell you
Guru Amiga, for all those who, don't let me down
I'll give you a piece of paper, a piece of paper
That's it, I don't want to make a fool of myself, I'm a bullet, I'm a bullet
I'm a bullet, I'm a bullet, my brother, listen, you have a poet
What can I say about a fact, a bullet with a bullet, a beautiful rock, be a face
I'm not a cult, that's what I've been through, my bullet can be
With a slow position, I'm a face, listen to the bullets, my eyes are open and I'm beating
And you, I'm a poet, I'm a bullet, I'm a bullet, I'm a bullet, my brother, it's not affected
I'm a bullet, I'm a bullet, my brother, listen, you have a poet
I'm not a cult, that's what I've been through, my bullet can be
I've learned how to make money, even when I was at school
I gave the child a kiss, that's what I learned from your father
He's not a woman, I'm a bullet, my sister, my sister
You, in the oil field, remember me, as my bullet, so I can eat, so we can be more intelligent
stick, stick, stick...
Yeah, yeah!
Come on, come on...
Ah!
Dammit!
Yeah!
Come on!
Calm down, huh?
Calm down, huh?
Yes, with him!
Yes, yes, that's it!
That's it!
Now you can't get rid of him, right?
Come on, grab your dad!
Right hand!
Yes, yes, that's it!
Yes!
Get on there!
Like a seal, boy!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
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