I give it a lick of paint when I’m in the log
Walking around with a revolver like Dylan Dog
I’m from hell on earth, I’m from the smog
From the jungle to skyscrapers like King Kong
I document an extermination, then I make a vlog about it
I should slow down a little, this stuff is strong
One hundred and fifty thousand, still an underdog
When I drink grog I can see Björk
I spend hours on Pornhub but I don’t read Vogue
When you finish one of my songs, it sounds like a gong
I’m not suited to this industry, I’m not Mogol
If I catch a rapper at night, he ends up in Midu
I know who steals from the elderly, not even a Robin Hood
I spend a thousand a day, chitestramuort
Weed soaked in Subutex, it’s not OG kush
Mhm-mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm-mhm, mhm
Uoh, uoh-oh, uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I have your back covered from Gallipoli to Foggia
I make money from snow even if it rains
I have a friend on the run, no one knows where he is staying
3P gang, Player’s Club, new lodge
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