[Intro]
2-0-1-6, shoutout DJ 2P
Bunkerino, Tanta Roba
MM volume 2
[Verse]
Two like 2P, he's my DJ, who's yours?
We're two kings, high as fuck 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 fucking 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 shit is hot, like wasabi
You're pissed off a lot, my bros are excited a lot
Every bitch cuddles them for free
Look at this bitch, 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 fuck 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 shit
Go away and cover yourself, you shit! (Go away and cover yourself, you shit!)
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 pussy's tight, canal of Panama
I go around with Dana bandana, with Tony
You go around with children, brother, like Kony
I close this fucking game that is rotten
With a fucking chain like Trapattoni
2-0-1-6, shoutout DJ 2P
Bunkerino, Tanta Roba
MM volume 2
[Verse]
Two like 2P, he's my DJ, who's yours?
We're two kings, high as fuck 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 fucking 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 shit is hot, like wasabi
You're pissed off a lot, my bros are excited a lot
Every bitch cuddles them for free
Look at this bitch, 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 fuck 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 shit
Go away and cover yourself, you shit! (Go away and cover yourself, you shit!)
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 pussy's tight, canal of Panama
I go around with Dana bandana, with Tony
You go around with children, brother, like Kony
I close this fucking game that is rotten
With a fucking chain like Trapattoni
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