Bisce - JUNIOR CALLY

Mi hanno tolto tutto, ma comunque li ringrazio

Io ricco e loro poveri, pagano il contrappasso

Ora buschi

Vi strappo le viscere per prevedere il futuro come gli etruschi

Cresciuto bene con mia madre che diceva

Di non disobbedire, ma io ho preso quella mela

E la coscienza non la lavo

Perché chi prende gli ordini sarà destinato per sempre a restare schiavo

Sono belli quei Collant, ma i sentimenti colla

È bella una città, sì, finché non crolla

Mi piace quell’aereo, ma ho paura se decolla

Ed è successo qualcosa quando un cane non ritorna

Stanno strisciando giù

Si fingono morti come bisce

Hanno la lingua biforcuta

Parlano di me, ma resteranno a terra come bisce

Bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce

Casco in un cratere di critiche senza un criterio

Ricorda che chi si crede adulto poi commette un adulterio

Passami la borraccia, è perenne questa nausea

Sposo questa causa, sto con chi si arrangia

La testa sopra un Hummer, il culo sulla Panda

Mercato la mutanda e niente canne, no bevanda

E no, non ho bisogno della banda

Quanto vale un disco d’oro se lo fa anche GionnyScandal?

Stanno strisciando giù

Si fingono morti come bisce

Hanno la lingua biforcuta

Parlano di me, ma resteranno a terra come bisce

Bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce

Stanno strisciando giù

Si fingono morti come bisce

Hanno la lingua biforcuta

Parlano di me, ma resteranno a terra come bisce

Bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce, bisce

They took everything away from me, but I thank them anyway

I rich and they poor, they pay the retaliation

Now knock

I tear your bowels to predict the future like the Etruscans

Grew up well with my mom she said

Not to disobey, but I took that apple

And I don't wash my conscience

Because whoever takes orders will be forever destined to remain a slave

Those tights are beautiful, but the feelings are glue

A city is beautiful, yes, until it collapses

I like that plane, but I'm afraid if it takes off

And something happened when a dog doesn't come back

They are crawling down

They pretend to be dead like snakes

They have a forked tongue

They talk about me, but they will stay on the ground like snakes

Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes

Helmet in a crater of criticism without a criterion

Remember that anyone who believes himself to be an adult then commits adultery

Pass me the bottle, this nausea is perennial

I marry this cause, I'm with whoever makes do

Head on a Hummer, butt on a Panda

Market the underwear and no joints, no drinks

And no, I don't need the gang

How much is a gold record worth if GionnyScandal does it too?

They are crawling down

They pretend to be dead like snakes

They have a forked tongue

They talk about me, but they will stay on the ground like snakes

Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes

They are crawling down

They pretend to be dead like snakes

They have a forked tongue

They talk about me, but they will stay on the ground like snakes

Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes