CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : MadMan - Intro (English translation)
2-0-1-6, shoutout DJ 2P
Bunkerino, Tanta Roba
MM volume 2
Two like 2P, he's my DJ, who's yours?
We're two kings, high as f**k in 2D
We're so confused, Twin Peaks
Come to the DJ set, brother, come to win
There's Mad and if you don't come boo
You stay home in your slippers
I shoot cartridges, you hear click and *boom*
I come on the beat like a f**king crazy guy with the eyes wide open
We drink fourteen shots stuck
We leave to the pub some high prices to pay
My flow is a hecatomb, I've got the bombs of Assad
Come on, wе end up in the police station
Thеse rappers end up to be murdered
I bring just a group of dead bodies back to their mothers
This sh*t is hot, like wasabi
You're p*ssed off a lot, my bros are excited a lot
Every b*t*h cuddles them for free
Look at this b*t*h, she reminds me of Canalis
If we're in Karalis we leave a lot of bills
Puglia, then Rome, Sardinia, Milan
Then we relax, do you know how many punches we take
M and 2P like Totti and Cassano
We've got an army, a boxcar of drugs, and the weed
You come f**k with us and you die like in war
An iron maiden is waiting for you
I never stop, bro, I've got supplies of flow
You're not even good at copying, you copy me like sh*t
Go away and cover yourself, you sh*t! (Go away and cover yourself, you sh*t!)
Crime scene and luminol
If when I rap I kill you that's a mass murder
You'd make me happy only if you locked in your studio
And if you swallowed with a funnel more than one barbiturate
You know how little I care about fans?
I want to get away now
Do I look stupid to you? Well, big words coming from you
I'll die as king, not as subject
I want as many money as an emir
'Cause if I rap I evirate you, I aim at you, I run over you
If you want, ask around: my flow on the track
Kicks you in the head like Rey Mysterio
I write, take for granted that I'm like John Connor, I come from the future
If I want, I get back and I change your destiny
With a cut in your intestine, Danilo Restivo
M tears you apart, bro, you call Callaghan
You can find me laying on an amaca
She feeds me with another slice
Bro, her pu**y's tight, canal of Panama
I go around with Dana bandana, with Tony
You go around with children, brother, like Kony
I close this f**king game that is rotten
With a f**king chain like Trapattoni
Bunkerino, Tanta Roba
MM volume 2
Two like 2P, he's my DJ, who's yours?
We're two kings, high as f**k in 2D
We're so confused, Twin Peaks
Come to the DJ set, brother, come to win
There's Mad and if you don't come boo
You stay home in your slippers
I shoot cartridges, you hear click and *boom*
I come on the beat like a f**king crazy guy with the eyes wide open
We drink fourteen shots stuck
We leave to the pub some high prices to pay
My flow is a hecatomb, I've got the bombs of Assad
Come on, wе end up in the police station
Thеse rappers end up to be murdered
I bring just a group of dead bodies back to their mothers
This sh*t is hot, like wasabi
You're p*ssed off a lot, my bros are excited a lot
Every b*t*h cuddles them for free
Look at this b*t*h, she reminds me of Canalis
If we're in Karalis we leave a lot of bills
Puglia, then Rome, Sardinia, Milan
Then we relax, do you know how many punches we take
M and 2P like Totti and Cassano
We've got an army, a boxcar of drugs, and the weed
You come f**k with us and you die like in war
An iron maiden is waiting for you
I never stop, bro, I've got supplies of flow
You're not even good at copying, you copy me like sh*t
Go away and cover yourself, you sh*t! (Go away and cover yourself, you sh*t!)
Crime scene and luminol
If when I rap I kill you that's a mass murder
You'd make me happy only if you locked in your studio
And if you swallowed with a funnel more than one barbiturate
You know how little I care about fans?
I want to get away now
Do I look stupid to you? Well, big words coming from you
I'll die as king, not as subject
I want as many money as an emir
'Cause if I rap I evirate you, I aim at you, I run over you
If you want, ask around: my flow on the track
Kicks you in the head like Rey Mysterio
I write, take for granted that I'm like John Connor, I come from the future
If I want, I get back and I change your destiny
With a cut in your intestine, Danilo Restivo
M tears you apart, bro, you call Callaghan
You can find me laying on an amaca
She feeds me with another slice
Bro, her pu**y's tight, canal of Panama
I go around with Dana bandana, with Tony
You go around with children, brother, like Kony
I close this f**king game that is rotten
With a f**king chain like Trapattoni
