House - JUNIOR CALLY

Oggi non rispondo nemmeno

In DM, povero scemo

Mandatemi i vostri demo

Questo è il festival di Blasfemo

Scappate lontano, sì più che potete

Chiudete le porte, pregate, piangete

Che vi metto in fila contro la parete

Arrivo col mitra vestito da prete

Sono cresciuto coi film da pischelli

Ma in mezzo alle risse, le guardie, i coltelli

Le costole rotte sotto i manganelli

Non è un paese, sì per Junior Cally

Swarovski in faccia, lucido le scarpe

Vestito di bianco, che uccido il red carpet

Chiedono: «Chi è?», dalla strada alla tele

Ora se ho sete chiamo il cameriere

Tutta la notte, fuori di casa

Fuori di testa, su un fuoristrada

I soldi di dopo, gli amici di prima

Il cuore a 2000, le botte, la musica

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica

Questa è l’Italia, figlio di puttana

Sparo all’invidia, ma vicino ai media

Rappo e va a fuoco una chiesa (Ah)

In fila ai miei live una suora che grida: «C'entro dentro, ma ballo il tip-tap»

Poi mi muovo in mezzo a queste fiamme

Questa tipa urla, muovo le sue gambe (Ahahah)

Idolo delle mamme

Mi chiama Sanremo, gli è piaciuto il pezzo

Mi maschero, arrivo, così poi alzo il prezzo

Firmo per il live, e poi alzo la pila

Ma guarda che hype, dammi 300.000

Ho la macchina figa, e la tipa di più

Tu solo in cartolina, che sfigato sei

Frustrato, sei vecchio, bevi il latte più

Fotti con i miei, fratello, no way

Tutta la notte, fuori di casa

Fuori di testa, su un fuoristrada

I soldi di dopo, gli amici di prima

Il cuore a 2000, le botte, la musica

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

Il cuore a 2000, le botte, la musica

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

La musica house, house, house, house, house, house, house

Il cuore a 2000, le botte, la musica

Today I don't even answer

In DM, poor fool

Send me your demos

This is the Blasphemous festival

Run away as far as you can

Close the doors, pray, cry

That I line you up against the wall

I arrive with the machine gun dressed as a priest

I grew up on kid movies

But in the midst of the fights, the guards, the knives

The broken ribs under the batons

Not a country, yes for Junior Cally

Swarovski in the face, I polish my shoes

Dressed in white, I kill the red carpet

They ask: "Who is it?", From the street to the television

Now if I'm thirsty, I'll call the waiter

All night, out of the house

Out of my mind, on an off-road vehicle

The money from later, the friends from before

The heart at 2000, the blows, the music

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music

This is Italy, son of a bitch

I shoot envy, but close to the media

I rap and a church burns down (Ah)

In line at my live shows a nun shouting: "I'm in it, but I dance the tip-tap"

Then I move in the midst of these flames

This girl screams, I move her legs of her (Ahahah)

Idol of mothers

She calls me Sanremo, he liked the piece

I disguise myself, I arrive, so then I raise the price

I sign up for the live, and then I turn the pile up

But look at that hype, give me 300,000

I have the cool car, and the girl more

You alone in a postcard, what a loser you are

Frustrated, you are old, drink more milk

Fuck with mine, brother, no way

All night, out of the house

Out of my mind, on an off-road vehicle

The money from later, the friends from before

The heart at 2000, the blows, the music

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The heart at 2000, the blows, the music

House, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The music house, house, house, house, house, house, house

The heart at 2000, the blows, the music