Decrepit Phantom

Hey kid!
Yes, you!

I would have liked to take all their suffering on my back to rid them of it, to wear it like a turtle wears its shell;
I see what I've become, and I'm afraid for you: I fight against my instincts

My name is Bill, and I'll bring you the bill;
I'm warning you, the parchment runs several pages and is even saltier than the vaginal fluid of some local hottie;
Waiters, did you think I was Croesus to show me so many unusual dishes?

Rap is my outlet;
I take it out on these assholes like I rape a punching bag;
The barbed wire of my bat tears off their skullcaps;
Like Negan, I dislodge fragments of their cappers' brains;
I grate their skin for pasta, and I grind their organs for sauce: long live lasagna;
Your favorite whore is back after you fucked him too hard;
I put on the mask of vengeance, I’m MF DOOM;
Imagine the perpetrator is standing in front of you, but you have no key witnesses;
Snitches drop like flies; they tear off their wings and ejaculate in your hands;
By dint of living nightmares I have become a certified nightmare

I'm not like them;
They're not like me
I'm not like them;
They're not like me

Let me introduce you to my bando;
Let me shatter your innocence forever;
Let me introduce you to real life, the one no one wants to see

Clouds veil the sky;
No ray of sunlight reaches the streets;
Oh yes, the streets

A blaze of blood consumes me
Deprives me of air like a desert;
A parasite devours me from the inside
Snakes in my intestines until it reaches my heart

A homeless man vomits his entrails onto his pants;
Then he swallows his guts with the enthusiasm of a child to escape agony;
Passers-by spit in his face
Grind his bones for entertainment;
Damn, he's got molly stuck up his nostrils;

Devils escape from Rikers, hungry;
The remains of a newborn's head dangle from their drooling mouths;
They pounce on the meal like synchronized swimmers;
They leave the bones for the thin cats

A desperate father recites his eleven-year-old daughter a nursery rhyme for the last time, FOR THE LAST TIME;
Tomorrow, she will be sold to the pernicious pimps on the street corner;
As a bovine commodity, she will be ogled from buttocks to bosom;
Like a doll, she will be dismembered while the tentacles wriggle in her mouth

She will be livid; the straps will cut off her blood circulation;
Her attackers will destroy her pussy like Jack the Ripper;
To calm the little girl, they will tell her that delicious milk flows in her mouth;
Her once thin belly will swell like a balloon about to burst

She looks like a demon being exorcised;
Her arms are turned toward the sky;
She implores her tormentors to leave her body;
The chainsaw goes up and down inside her;
They lick her when she bleeds from her pussy;
Her eyes are bulging, and her mouth is a dumping ground for filth;
She didn't expect to end up cut open in a basement, her belly full of cum

Dad, why did these men force me to swallow sleeping sweets?
Why did they tear my clothes like vultures shredding their prey?
Why did their nauseating juice spill on my face?
Why is it sticky like honey?
I... I can’t breathe anymore. Dad, Dad!

A teenager crawls on the sidewalk like an earthworm;
Curled up, he suffocates in a puddle of foam;
He screams as his skin darkens, peels off;
The krocodil drug has its effects;
Thanks to his death, the plug can feed its chicks

A red puddle spreads out in front of the ruined school;
A student fell on his own wings;
His neck twisted backwards as he let out his last cry at the end of the rope;
Even in his dreams, he found no refuge;
He lost his head twice;
Then he enjoyed the sweet embrace of death;
And the vultures tear apart his unfortunate carcass

Welcome to hell on earth
Welcome to O’Block

When you think nothing could be worse, it’s only the beginning;
No one survives on the street;
The street would be orphaned without violence and distress;
Either we die with a bullet in the head, or we become a decrepit phantom
A MOTERFUCKING DECREPIT PHANTOM

The Ritz kiddos brandish five dollars like it's a fully loaded dildo;
They should suck their mother's breast or play with water guns;
Because they would end up more scarlet than wet at dusk, believe me;
Dad, take the milk to the convenience store and raise your kids like civilized people, damn it

Gaunt prostitutes line up on the avenue like a platoon;
Their faded outfit was devoured by annoying beasts last night;
Their cheeks swelled from the scratches;
Their rib cage forms a relief on their weakened young body;
Damn, they're as white as the snow on Everest;
They drink alcohol to forget every intrusion into their intimacy;
Damn, they fuck to get their dose of zaza and forget everything;
They end up in a stream where the water ripples under the sharp breaths of the werewolves;
Look at the vomit running down their skirts, bastard;
Cerberus is hungry, the promiscuous boys line up like buffoons;
The players revealed the seduction cards, they were looking for loose girls;
You'll feel like a helpless child, my little one;
Tell yourself that you're not the slut: those who pay to humiliate you are the jabroni assholes;
It's not your fault, darling, it was a rat trap;
They call girls "whores" and "follies" while they laugh in their cribs;
You discovered lip gloss before love;
You discovered how to give a blowjob before you knew how to write;
Never take your eyes off your drink on the dance floor, as it might taste salty;
He makes you squirm like a goddess by slipping GHB into your drink;
Step into the booth and forget who you are, you're just a number, whispers M. Rolex;
You may not have seen it, but I swoop down on him like an eagle;
I clamp down on his flabby throat before tearing it to shreds;
If you find your prom date in tatters, know that he wasn't dancing enough by my rules;
I'm a ruthless croupier, figure it out or die trying;
They pay you to shut your mouth and open your pussy;
Your father is a cabbie, he drives you to your death sentence;
The ride is free if you are open to shark business;
Inbreeding galore with Papa Bear;
They store you in the freezer next to the mayo;
They dress you up like a sex doll: fake eyelashes, fake breasts, fake asses and fake nails are all there;
To them, your breasts are pillows and your mouth is a toilet;
I'm telling you that your soft ass is their dessert;
You are the bone they rush at with their dirty dog mouths;
Never let them hold you on a leash;
Watch his dick oscillates like a yo-yo, and attack when the machine is low;
Peel his banana and throw it outside;
Catch him in your net and shove a filter down his throat;
Make this beast a collectible fur;
Keep your head up, or these bastards will put you in cold water

Girl, I know you fear me more than him since I turned him into a trunk man;
I made him eat his balls with a fork, but he deserved it for exploring you too much;
Don't be afraid of the unknown, I'm a fair monster;
Don't shed a single tear for me, I don't deserve it;
Never take me for a hero, that would be glorifying violence;
Say hello to Tron Cat, his fur is rough;
Good boys are doomed to die out, Darwin said so;
The world is a dustbin rusting under the swarming rats;
Be a bitch to survive, that's what I learned;
My kindness has reached its saturation point;
I want to smoke them all like salmon with my flamethrower;
I can't look in the mirror and convince myself I'm still human;
If we played kiss, kill, and marry, I would kill myself, fuck him, and take you as my wife

One of the sex workers was thrown out of a taxi like trash;
Her bones cracked, and the contents of her skull spilled onto the asphalt;
She unfolded her charms such as moth;
She was only fifteen and she died unhappy, damn it;
Mr. Rolex poured whiskey down her pussy because she wasn't fucking good enough;
This motherfucker said her pussy was as shallow as her personality;
He thinks she's replaceable like his gold cutlery;
He says she's as flat as a depressurized can;
He invests in her like he invests in the stock market;
Then he drops her to the sharks when the shares fall;
He thinks that the purpose of taxes is to provide services to his vain class;
He orders an extra sex whore pie, and the waitresses comply;
A burn was consuming the meat from the inside;
Her nose was cut off to fill it with sperm;
Her scream was as soft and shrill as a mermaid’s;
She never had a childhood, do you believe that?
She had no buoy to hold on to, so she grabbed a man's dick;
She wanted to sing in the Hollywood spotlight, you know;
You know, her angelic voice made the rain stop for a moment;
You know, she's like the ballerina you lock in the music box;
Voyeurs are shamelessly checking her from their Ferrari while she is staggering;
They give her a twenty out of twenty and wave their handbrake from left to right;
She's red like a tomato and hammered, they like her like that;
The window of their bolide separates them from our world;
Why would they open it?
Why would they open it?
Why would they dirty their suit to save her?
Decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms!
I can't let you turn all these urchins into decrepit phantoms

I have a bigger dick and a more expensive watch than yours, so I have every right, says Mr. Rolex
I have a Magnum more dangerous than yours, so I can blow your gob off, I reply
You can run away to Siberia or Dubai, but my homies and I will put sixty-nine bullets in your head;
I'll make you swallow your dick, then I'll hang you by the bollocks;
I'll slide you up a pole like a chicken on a spit, motherfucker;
Your mouth will be the entrance and your ass will be the exit;
I will wave your body like a flag flies in the wind;
You are the piss that serves to demarcate my territory;
It will be impossible to tell if you are a boy or a girl;
Your face will be a treasure map, shipwrecked;
I would like to make you suffer without you dying, to make you bleed for eternity;
I'd like to cut your liver like a hyena and wait for it to grow back to start again;
You will shit your organs in a bucket before swallowing them;
I'll rip your toenails off with a sharp blow before plunging your feet into a vat of boiling water;
Say goodbye to your cast;
I'll make a model of O'Block in your belly, and I'll tear off my mural to hang it on my wall;
I'll smash your head with a brick before I extract your blood with a pipette;
I’m a drone, a shadow flying over you;
I’m ready to spread you like a trail of blood on the asphalt;
Like Caligula, I will burn you on a slab before tearing your limbs off one by one;
I'll throw you against a stone wall at the speed of an F1 car;
You’ll be a firework display;
They don't believe me until they end up hanging from a tree or blown up on the curb;
You're going to take a long nap in that sleeping bag, freezing;
In one click, I'll send you to the cemetery with these fools;
In one click, I see your head explode on the evening news;
In one click, I put an end to all this crap;
Ain’t no peace sign, just two fingers on the trigger;
There will be no armistice

Yesterday, anonymous souls opened fire on my comrades;
Their brains spread over the faded walls, like bird shit bursting on a windshield;
The shooters tore off their femurs to create golf clubs;
They chopped off their deformed heads with butcher machetes to form balls;
They widened the victims' asses to form the holes;
Cigarette debris accumulated in their orifice like in an ashtray;
The torturers proudly wear the faces of the corpses in the style of Leatherface;
The teacher's head widened the class jock's ass after a perfect shot: she went splashing in the shit;
I see them, and I understand that I am what I am today because of them;
I hid my feelings too much under the veil, I'm under anesthesia now;
My humanity has flown away like the blue jays in the fall;
I am nothing more than a carcass that lives to cause harm;
I’m not stronger than you, but certainly crazier;
And madmen strike first in unpredictable ways, it's well known;
If I ruled the world, there would be none left;
I'm exhausted from speaking in front of walls;
My tears will turn into blood, and you will understand me

Today, four brutes take my breath away;
They compress my phalanges like branches battered by the wind;
I only have a pencil to defend myself, I don't have any knives handy;
I pierce their carotid arteries with my improvised weapon before breaking their necks;
Their blood splashes on my clothes, drowning me a little more in the inhumanity of no man's land;
Unfortunately, no one will miss them;
I don't give a shit about them, I use their spine as a coat rack;
I drink from their skulls like from a coconut, I don't give a damn;
Your murder is a bonus on my CV, nothing more;
They beat me for the pleasure of hearing my muffled sobs;
Decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms!

If I always keep a pencil with me, it's not only to write poems;
It helps me focus all my pent-up fear and rage;
It's amazing what I can do with a pencil;
Impale an eye and spin it like a top;
Turn your neck into a cape;
Stimulate your slut's clit until she pisses in my face

I hide my background, which is anything but tender, under metaphors and hyperboles;
Believe me, my puritanical air is only a façade;
I am the penumbra of the one you see: I am neither shadow nor light;
I'm spreading like the plague;
I'm just a damaged rug, they've walked on me too much;
I grew up in the gutter mines, I never saw the sky;
I mine the geodes of the Ritz with dynamite for my brothers;
I am the monster with sharp fangs and a thousand tentacles that emerges from the closet, fear me;
I grab a hammer and play whack-a-mole with them;
Bam, Bam, Bam, I cut the weeds with my lawnmower;
I will crush them until the grass is barren;
I'm Pac-man, I'll eat your pussy in one bite;
It’ll be a fucking mukbang, the glutton will feast on liars;
I want a runny sandwich;
I'll cut your body in half for the bread slices, and arrange your organs in slices for the ham;
My homies do the drive-thru at the slutty restaurant Monday through Friday;
Long live the taxpayers;
We serve more customers than McDonald's on a Saturday night;
I'll be crazy like a bear on opium;
We have to swap roles to make it fair, right?
Do you want to discuss the philosophy of my knife?
He doesn't bite: be nice, give him a place in your jugular;
I will bring him out of your eye like a tapeworm;
My heart beats to the rhythm of the bullets that pierce the slums of my hood;
In one blast, the roof can fall on your head;
In one blast, your eardrums can explode like a grenade and render you deaf;
Beheading these bitches and throwing their bones into the sea is the only solution;
No, it's better to decompose them in acid or carbonize them with napalm;
Or eat them like the sluts they are;
We must adapt or die: there is no time for hesitation or magnanimous illuminations;
I'm going to tell you a secret;
Whichever one of us implodes first, I don't care;
I want it to be bloody, impious;
I hate your bitch face as much as I hate mine;
I've been walking with a ball and chain to my leg for years;
Your screams are all I have left, so scream loud, bitch;
Let's roll the dice: it'll be heads or tails

Empathy is born from real suffering, something you have never experienced;
This is why you will never understand me;
I'm not Tom Holland or some Starbucks whore;
I'm the scarecrow on which the crows do not dare to settle;
I'm the sword of Damocles above your head, I can make a dive at any moment and split your skull like an ax unleashed on a trunk

I don't care about surviving until tomorrow;
Because I know that tomorrow will be a day as horrible as yesterday and the day after tomorrow;
Each day swallows me up with the power of a black hole;
Every breath suffocates me like nauseating steam rising from the sewers;
No drug can make me forget yesterday's rapes;
I tried all the candy in the traphouse;
Like a pig, I gorge myself on kush, molly, blow, lean and perk;
Let me fly like a unicorn and escape the suffering of this unjust world;
I'm chugging this mix of codeine syrup and Sprite like glasses of water;
Me and addictions, I take the bait;
I writhe on the floor like an epileptic, I can't even feel my tears flowing anymore;
I swallow my vomit, but I survive again and again;
I'm such a junkie you could shoot me ten times and I wouldn't feel a thing;
I have so many regrets that I regret my whole life;
I sew faster than a granny, watch me stick this needle in the thread;
My skin has more holes than a beehive;
My homie called me, he's fine;
It will be nineteen shooters instead of twenty;
With my forced smile, I wear more makeup than Pitt;
If I fall into an ethyl coma, infuse me with lean;
The woman I love would probably tell you, I'm a lost cause, a burden;
I’m a compass without a magnetic field;
A leech without blood to suck;
A ship without anchor and without crew;
My heart was put through a meat grinder, sorry;
I'm an open coffin, come lie inside me;
They all say I've lost my way, that I've lost my mind;
They are right, don't provoke me or be prepared to face the consequences;
They saw me staggering around like an alcoholic and looking around like a paranoid cocaine addict;
I seemed to be speaking to the interstellar void;
I'll stop acting like a fool, okay?
I like it when they think they have control over me;
When I have an idea in my head, no one can stop me, you know that;
They all think they're pulling me by a string, but it's actually me dragging them towards the precipice;
Little survival tip: move away from me to diss me, I have as many eyes as a spider;
These short-sighted people think I'm an open book because they shit in their eyes;
They stab me in the back thinking I'm blind;
Faking low social intelligence to get scoops, what?
Let's play tug-of-war and see who falls first;
Unless you prefer the Hangman?
I like to pleasure myself for a long time before cumming, slut;
You sit in the back seat, I drive;
Well done, you've created a monster: let me be a chameleon like Bateman;
I was raised by the block and fed by the Glock;
Don't think you're a kingpin, you're an insect waiting to be crushed;
I run over their bodies like a steamroller;
Russian roulette is my sport of choice;
Washing my once immaculate clothes is my cherished ritual;
They can put me in a cage, put up fences or lock me in jail;
I will cross mountains, seas and continents to burst their heads like a fucking piñata;
I fire more bullets in ten seconds than Eminem raps words;
I'm the shadow that walks death row;
I backshot you like Richard Ramirez;
I send a fiery letter to your nephews like Albert Fish;
It was so nice to hear that asshole sobbing, look at his moldy hand that won't be able to jerk off anymore;
I dress up as a clown like Gacy, even though I'm a big slut;
Samuel Little's record will be swept away by mine: I'm going to break the scale;
I’m the Dexter of this reality;
I use your bone powder to grow my ecstasy plants, I'm a professional gardener;
You're just in time, I need red paint for my walls

With a wax pen in their mouths, they wander around uttering moans;
Hook them up to a hookah, and they'll get high;
Their eyes are redder than the blood in my veins;
Their nails are black as ink, I swear;
They feed nature with crack by decomposing on the lawn;
Mr. Rolex sweeps the dirt off his floor;
Why would this floor belong to him?
I am only eighteen years old, but the veil of decrepitude crushes me, paralyzes me like the venom of a viper

I can't leave the prison of silence;
All over the world the establishment terrorizes shepherds and lambs alike;
The Surenos suck the Eme like puppies in need of attention;
Vice Lords get crushed by kings, Polo G;
Clanton 14 is racist, 18th Street Gang fucks them up;
There will never be a truce between the magnates of the west coast and those of the east coast;
Biggie and 2pac staggered like horny prostitutes;
That P. Diddy pussy is rotting in jail like a stale meal;
Old jackal, put away the sedatives and stop drawing your rusty sword;
Sing I'll Be Missing You to the nine-year-old girl you bought in Cuba, motherfucker;
Let him suck the clown of the United States to get pardon;
Trump, I wish the shooter had aimed closer to your forehead;
I invite Kanye West to test mustard gas and give me his opinion;
Will it be as tasty as his assistant's pussy?

That Drake asshole feels invincible thanks to his fame;
This swine swears on God by cumming in minors and driving a Bugatti through the trenches;
The Trenches of DD Osama;
Drake rides your little brother like he's horseback riding;
This son of a bitch walks on gold and dresses in eccentric ornaments;
This aristocratic cocksucker from Forest Hill knows nothing about the jungle of the street;
Compton will be his tomb;
Family Matters is a load of bullshit;
K-Dot joined the Westside Pirus while Drizzy shopped at Zara;
He's just a perverted old man with rusty balls;
Little Adonis was born to a student, what?
Pusha T revealed the existence of his hidden son;
Kung Fu Kenny was right about the ghost writer;
So leave Champagne Papi away from daycares;
Instead of sucking off lads, he should lick my crapper;
Certified Lover Boy, my ass;
The two-minute standing ovation during Not Like Us in Toronto: I think people want to see him walk out the door
The God Plan would be to bake him until he resembles an upside-down, deconstructed fruit tart;
I should have put less strawberry coulis in the recipe;
There is no justice in this world, so it must be created;
Chickens don't snoop in our hood;
Cops are a bourgeois affair;
Their loyalty is limited to a wad of Mr. Rolex's bills;
Decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms

You seem so serene;
As a child, I dreamed of being like you;
Having a loving wife and adopting a chubby baby;
Walking my dog to the verdant park at the end of the avenue;
Watching with wonder the sparks of a firework, a source of fleeting joy;
But I realized that luck trumps effort;
Life is just a roll of the dice;
You must not fall on the wrong side at birth, otherwise you are doomed;
They all talk to me about the future, but I only see emptiness on my side;
The absence of everything drove me crazy;
I’m a wheel that turns without cogs

Elyes told me to make my enemies my friends;
He told me to fight fair if it came to that;
To hit them if they hit me;
To stab them if they stabbed me;
But the Crips dragged him into the back of a van until he smashed his head on a rock;
Holy shit, his insides spilled out onto my lap;
I will wear his picture around my neck like a cross;
Every time I beat up a motherfucker, it'll be for him;
He is my beacon, I can't turn back anymore;
I will force their mother to throw their decapitated heads into a ditch;
My principles died with him, do you understand?
I macerated these bastards' fingers in a blender before drinking their juice;
There is no line I cannot cross;
Fuck my brothers and I'll hang yours by their feet;
Look on the bright side: you won't have many sheep to count before you're snoring;
The sky has never been so close to their slutty faces;
Make one suspicious move, and I'll send you back to your ancestors;
Look into my eyes and see the madness;
My look is enough to confirm my sociopathy, right?
I sleep on a bed of rotting nasties;
Decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms, decrepit phantoms

Do you want to get to know me better?
I suspect the answer will be no

When I was four, the toddlers at daycare kept the utensils after dinner;
They tried to gouge my eyes out with forks;
Then they cut my face on the fence of the yard before burying my head under a pile of shit;
More people have raped me than told me they love me;
They were seven, that's my lucky number;
It was instinctive: I had to be the one who hit the hardest;
Like a predator, I smashed the skull of the weakest before strangling him;
His smile faded as his head cracked on the barbed wire;
Shit, they called Simon the big shotta;
Thomas's bootlicker shows up, he looks like Drake with Lil Wayne;
Add points to this sucker's loyalty card;
I felt like a seagull in front of the Empire State Building;
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
His fists hit me like bricks, I swore I could see my bones;
He engraves the patterns of the asphalt on me with a hot iron;
He stretched my limbs until I thought they would tear;
In the middle of winter, he tied me to a post until I lost my voice;
He pissed in a bottle of detergent before pouring it on my head;
Damn, I've never felt so alone before;
I knew the tooth fairy would have a lot of work to do;
He familiarized me with the nagging taste of defeat;
Simon, you better run as fast as Bolt;
You made a mistake: leaving me alive as a zombie;
Piranhas will tear out your eye socket;
I'll fill your hollow cavity with flesh-eating bacteria before I urinate in it;
I'll suffocate you with smoke until you become a chimney;
You’ll be gray and alive;
I'll feed you honey before sending bees to pollinate you from the inside out;
Your crimson heart will bloom, punk;
I'll cut your skin into strips with a scalpel like a fucking surgeon;
I’ll forge a layer of burning plastic over you;
You’ll be the mute mannequin in the clothing store;
I'll break your vertebrae to force you to lick your ass with your tongue;
I'll cut it off to prevent you from spitting out any more shit;
Your ribs are raised in the air, bring me the BBQ sauce

Simon, I knocked them all off-piste in a tight turn;
Édouard: shallot, nasal voice and curly black hair;
I stretched him until his trunk detached from his pelvis;
Vincent: Chestnut hair, plump and medium height;
I spun him on a roulette wheel before riddling him with darts;
He was spitting out vomit like a fire hose sprays water;
Thomas: small, leader with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and red hair;
I widened his smile until he looked like the Joker, and forced him to swallow each of his limbs as puree;
His arm empties with the flow of a faucet, the Amazon forms around him;
If you want more details, go see the autopsy report archives, the details are there;
Don't ask why the names aren't translated into English

You know, I was the kind of guy who divided my granola bar into equal parts to share with my homies;
I was the kind of guy who would accept being a victim in dodgeball to avoid killing someone;
I was the kind of guy who let other people choose their toys before me;
In Physical Education class, I was the last student chosen when forming teams because I was the most passive;
I was the kind of guy who would marvel at a girl instead of juggling conquests;
I was the one described as pure and good;
I was the one who endured the worst tortures to ensure the well-being of others;
Under my shell, I was too emotional, it must be said;
Deep down I was broken, you knew it;
I've always lacked confidence and self-esteem, you know that;
I had to become this cold, ruthless, methodical, and calculated killer to escape from myself

I was also a marginalized poet;
I really tried to repent, believe me;
I became a model student instead of the last one in class;
People bought into this image without a doubt, could you have believed it?
A guy from the street with a bright academic future, can you believe it?
A simple and effective disguise, right?
For a moment I believed in this second skin, I put it on like a bulletproof vest;
I even abandoned battles in favor of writing;
But it only takes one day to fall back into the spiral of madness, you know that well;
I came back to reality, to this world of traphouses and prostitutes;
At night, I see all these emaciated parents praying under the streetlights for their children to have a future;
When you get too close to the sun, you burn, you know that well;
If you have sparkles in your eyes, they have them in their Nina;
Go home, I'm the concierge on duty;
My mop dances in the dust: it brings back the useless waste of our society and drowns it in clean water;
I ordered more murders than Young Thug;
Bitches aren't recyclable, the sorting center's steel teeth shear them until they turn into garbage juice;
I think I spilled more blood than I used ink;
You know me, I'm excessive in everything I do;
Too many words, too much love, too much hate, too many deaths;
They all say I'm a walking dictionary;
I killed one person for every letter of the alphabet, but they don't know it;
I made Alex's dream come true by filling the chessboard

Why is your rap so ruthless and pessimistic, ask the puritans who get hard in front of a Courbet painting;
Because the street has made no concessions to me, and it never, NEVER will

I would have liked to be the one that everyone sees;
But I detached myself from this fable, from this utopian vision;
Let's be honest, I am the stranger in the crowd;
My life is a snuff movie;
I tried to jump from the fourth floor because I was different from you;
Just thinking about it made me cry with joy;
I crossed the railing of the bridge with the assurance of a gladiator: all I had to do was take the big step;
I held that knife to my throat with the hope that this life would end in the glow of roses;
It was like swallowing the shit I was spreading and spitting it out through my mouth

Mom told me I was different, but I would have a good life regardless;
Bullshit, Bullshit, BULSHIT !
She told me to be humble and be content with the bare minimum;
They always told me that it's not my face that you would see in a Gucci store window;
I am the black sheep of the valley, the scapegoat

Suffering brought me into the abyss, made me experience sordid mutations;
My goodness was swallowed up by the tides just as my innocence;
I have nothing to lose or fear because my heart is broken;
I am a decrepit phantom who brings desolation with every step;
My sadness has turned into uncontrollable hatred;
Look how the street turns angels into demons;
I was human before I became a bloodthirsty killer;
I don't want to be the best of everyone;
I just want to destroy everything, including myself;
Break my bones, I want to hear them crack and twist like an almond in a nutcracker;
I'm an undertaker, that's my job;
The morgue is my playground;
I go there after every victory with the enjoyment of a virgin having sex for the first time;
I'm a fucking librarian, I classify them before they can figure me out;
When I get up, you'll all fall like dominoes, sluts

I don't remember the last time I saw hope at the end of the tunnel;
You hit me, but I don't feel anything physically;
I don't need a nurse, but rather a shrink;
Lil Durk went to therapy, let me take over;
The fog envelops me, devours me slowly like a cannibal cooking his prey;
I beg you, kill me or save me;
The sovereign of decay has given me his crown of thorns

A curse forces me to perpetuate the cycle of violence;
Strangers rape my sister before beheading her, so I rip their faces off with my bare hands;
I can't escape my nature, you understand?
Your people ignore the existence of my people;
They prefer to rest on the soft bed of denial;
You know I have Dz engraved in my DNA;
I wasn’t born to savor Burgundy wines with these fine palates;
Watch me play basketball like a wild animal without a shirt, and you'll understand

There is no champagne or Lamborghinis on the street;
There are the monsters of Black Disciples who drown out the screams;
Their grocery list is full of my friends' names;
Fully charged, they arrive from Englewood and Lil Mexico, ready to fight;
Can you see them through the smoke from your Tec-9?
They are armed and dangerous, you understand?

Return fuck your hoes, M. Rolex;
Know that I urinate on your portrait every night;
I'm just a piece of shit that you crush with your pair of Berluti, right ?
You think you're one of us because you're a dirty entrepreneur who wears ridiculous sweaters of notorious brands;
I can't stand the sight of my reflection in the windows of your skyscraper like I'm a profiteering asshole;
Look at our past of debauchery, and understand our hatred and pain;
We are not hunters by choice;
Rap is the genre of plebs, and you're not one of them;
While you spray yourself with Dior, I swim in my opps' blood;
Come back down to Earth, my Majesty;
You're not the hustler you think you are;
No pain, no gain, my ass;
If it were true, I would be you, and you would be me;
I increase my killcount proportionally to the growth of your bodycount;
While you're practicing artery lifts, I'm stabbing motherfuckers from the sixty-third;
You think you're a living legend like Tekashi 69 on his Instagram live;
Your diamond shark chain may be worth half a million, but it's not enough to earn my respect;
Here, nothing is certain: anyone can die from one second to the next for nothing;
Rich or poor, no one is immortal;
Come live an hour in the trenches instead of ejaculating principles of decency like chlamydial piss;
Look at this asshole who betrays his homies to get rich and fuck with bitches with plastic boobs;
Run after the bag all you want, I'll get a second one to bury your bones in;
Fuck the drip, fuck the whip, fuck the bling;
Look at this asshole, he thinks he's climbing the ladder like Donkey Kong;
I grew up without love, but at least it toughened me up

You think your grind tips are worth gold;
Money doesn't grow on trees, you know?
My brothers are tearing their hands off in African factories while you refine your right hand;
They're collecting the pennies while you're hoarding the gold bars, little whore;
Shein pays them 18 dollars for 18 hours straight;
You don't even provide them with the fruits of their labor to clothe themselves, damn it;
They don't have a single layer of clothes or fat;
Damn, a worker gets his hand cut off, then his head by a gear;
His blood splatters the one-clothed robots as they get whipped by sons of bitches;
Sweat carbonizes their foreheads like a volcano, they will faint;
If they fall asleep, they know that the sea is within reach;
Morpheus will not give them sweet dreams;
Even Sisyphus would drop the rock, bitch;
Better life, comfort, freedom, all these words pass like a shooting star across the Milky Way;
A coyote takes them across the Pacific aboard the Titanic;
He takes a little girl's clitoris to sell it to you in a jar;
He drowns her parents by filling an inner tube with water;
He then rapes their corpse as an assumed necrophiliac before making a fondue with the plump parts;
Fuck aristocrats with their cruise and modern slavery;
Expect to see my face in the Global Times controversy section;
Plastic women whipped and billionaires smothered with cotton;
Only one survivor to recount my feat of the day

M. Rolex, you claim to know adversity, torments;
You're just struggling to find the perfect position in your slut's pussy;
I stuff your mother like a real butcher;
She's my Thanksgiving turkey;
I dive into her like I would into a swimming pool;
I flow on her lips and in her ass at the same time;
You imagine, I kiss her upper lips with my mouth while I kiss her lower lips with my dick;
She moves her hips with the passion of a tigress, you know that makes me hard;
I spin her bikini like a hula hoop, my dick plays hopscotch in her playground;
She sucks my cock like it was a lollipop;
She does the splits, impatient for me to show her my jewelry;
I spread my seeds in her garden, my carrot grows under GMO;
It's Friday, I've been stocking up on sunscreen for surfing since Monday;
She raises her legs like a cheerleader as the train approaches;
I insert my key into her lock, and it turns;
She warms me like an oven makes bread rise;
I spread the sauce on the pizza, my jackhammer twitches in the pond;
I'm turning her into an open house;
In, out, in, out, in, out;
I brought a lot of wet towels because I don’t want to dirty your room;
I swear, I am a maximum power fountain;
I'm in heat and dripping in her pussy, she calls me molten chocolate cake;
By the end of the night I'll be drained in every sense of the word;
She orders me a banana split with extra whipped cream, and I execute like a five-star chef;
She opens her mouth like the character in Munch's painting;
I sway my hips until I stain her tongue white with my brush;
Pull the pin off my bottle and swallow its contents in one gulp;
I hyperventilate like a fucking airplane propeller;
I'm an elevator, I feel the heat and the breath rising before the wave;
I started a storm, now her pussy is a wet sponge;
I eat your whores one by one like fucking tapas;
In the seventh round, I'm breathing like Ali after a boxing fight against Tyson

You hide in the meanders of your immense mansion like a real coward;
Yet the windows of the houses in my hood are pierced;
We invite you to tea, baron of my ass;
I'll cut off your tongue and stick it on your fucker's cock;
Shame on you, you betrayed the trenches for the bag;
Be humble: a piece of metal is enough to finish us both;
Laugh in my face and I'll send you to the other side, little slut;
Never forget one thing: you are alive because I want you to be;
Let me be T-Roy for one night

If you could, you would give God a pipe;
This shitty lord looks down on me, like a master stares at his wasting slave;
He judges me without scruple, while he does nothing to stop the misfortunes on the street;
I would bury his nose in the rotting flesh;
I would rip out his eyes and feed them to the bulldogs;
I would cut his skin into strips and wipe my ass with it;
I would shove that shitty guru's body into the cross of nails;
I would jump on him like on a trampoline;
This bastard will be Teezo's counterpart;
In the cathedrals, I spit on his statues and saw off his base;
He falls from his scaffold like an unhealthy star in the spotlight for too many millennia;
His sight only serves to mock our mistakes;
These filthy aristocrats and lucky people claim that he sows trials to test our faith;
They use him as a tool to justify their privilege, wealth and beauty;
God is man's worst invention;
Embrace your vanity instead of pretending to be a divine representative on Earth;
The only laws I believe in are those of the street;
My brothers at least have the audacity to steal directly from your pockets to survive;
The rich are scamming you on paper to get an extra whore at the Tuesday orgy;
And who do you think will end up in jail because he can't pay bail?
They buy our hoods full of bedbugs to turn them into havens for tourists;
My uncle hanged himself from the light fixture in this house;
My brother lost his virginity in that one;
My homie got stabbed in the corner of those;
Have respect for our twisted memories: they are all we ever had despite their ugliness;
Religion is an ideology of colonizers, of brainless whiteskins;
Forgive me, ruler of heaven;
I grew up without role models, slut;
I will go to Holy Mass every Sunday;
I will burn all the paths that lead to your kingdom;
I can no longer absolve myself of my sins;
I'm already in hell, bitch;
I am Eve, and I offer the apple to Adam;
It's easy to blame women to excuse yourself from everything, right?
Like the inflatable balloons over Gaza, you are omniscient;
I go back and forth in the Virgin Mary, exulting;
I pour Noah's Flood into her ass;
I am no longer the good Samaritan of puppeteers;
Purity is a characteristic of the ignorant;
Extortion, manipulation and massacres were committed under your watch;
Congratulations, you beat Mr. Mustache's killcount;
When I was an innocent child, I once prayed that they would stop beating me;
My wounds have become infected with sand, and you have not dressed them;
You left me like a father throws his baby in the orphanage, slut;
I ate bland macaroni for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, while you stuffed them with caviar;
Lipton noodle soup for Friday, my brothers fight over the portion;
Armed with my baseball bat, I demand answers;
I don't hide the essence of all my murders behind Bible verses;
I'm not that kind of coward;
I use this grimoire as toilet paper;
I wipe myself with it until I reach Lethe;
Some of my fellow men believe that the famine will end thanks to the Almighty;
It is naive to believe that the streets will become oases thanks to divine hope;
Explode in a cafe and get seventy virgins to fuck;
The only one who will be fucked like a king is you by vermin;
Work hard all your life to extinguish yourself like a candle whose flame dies;
Paradise is a boomerang that returns to nobles throughout their lives
Like whores in search of fetti;
Apparently I don't have enough guap to pay for the entrance ticket;
Will they burn me at the stake like a witch or throw me into the water with a stone tied to my ankle?
Satan is less elitist than God;
He allows us to be a gay black woman, I love his way of thinking;
Is this lazy God making our crops grow?
No, it's Mexicans bought by Beverly Hills landowners who do it;
Does God help them when they collapse from exhaustion in the cornfields?
No, he sleeps like a fucking child;
Is it in the name of God that an Indian pedo shoves his old wrinkled balls into a prepubescent girl?
Yes, sir;
Is it in his honor that a father bludgeons his veiled wife until her skull explodes, revealing her face for the first time?
Is it in his honor that residential schools for indigenous people became gulags?
Yes, sir, the audience is not dumb;
The ornate village church reaches almost to the sky, while the slums are crumbling;
Where does the people's meager fortune go?
Ask those hypocritical priests if they aren't touching your boys at Sunday mass

I love drill
Oh yeah, I love drill

These motherfuckers emptied their clips into King Von;
Chief Keef starts the beef;
The streets will not be slippery because of ice;
Like watching a sex scene in a movie, children will close their eyes;
It won't be a pretty sight;
All that red blood and green marijuana;
Merry Christmas everyone;
I will meticulously package Mr. Rolex's head as a gift to his seventy-two thotties;
No question of being drunk or drugged;
I want to feel every stab that pierces his flesh like an overpowering orgasm;
Fuck the Dracos;
I stab him twenty times, he can feel my breath on his neck;
His guts empty onto the ground, and I look him in the whites of his eyes;
Panicked, he realizes that his life is worth only a breath to me;
This passenger will ride the indelible train of oblivion, like my feelings for the human species;

Nurses, prepare plenty of beds;
No, it's better to contact the funeral home to shorten your time

In my head, I hear the whispers that haunt me: they sound like shrill screams;
Why did you become like them? they ask me;
I’m not like them, I am humble and fair, I respond

Is monstrosity justified?
Is monstrosity justified?
Is monstrosity justified?

Is it too late to give up?
Is it too late to give up?
Is it too late to give up?

Efrem wreaks havoc on Jasmine's pussy with a razor blade;
He moves up her ribs until he decapitates the baby she is carrying;
Damn, his remains line her uterus like crumbs;
I can't bear the thought that such a monster exists, you understand?
Gabe threw the hook into Yoan's mouth to fish for his intestines;
The victim's body tilted, then his guts spilled onto the ground like those of a beached whale;
Younger, I would have snuggled under the bed covers of mom and dad;
But I can no longer hide from these whores;
Ryan's ears are hanging on a clothesline;
They come off like butter, can you believe it?
I shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot on sight;
Until their cries fade away at dawn;
My bullets are faster than a Messi ball;
Come dance, bitch, it'll be killer;
The mamies run the club;
Lara inserts rats into Jacody's ass;
Rodents make their way like on a racetrack;
He's being eaten away from the inside, literally;
The guinea pig's organs disintegrate like an ice cube in a glass of water;
Like Ice Cube from South Central;
I'd fill their shoes with cement before throwing them in a vat of boiling oil, those sluts;
I'll roll them into a joint, and I smoke them happily;
I'll wear their intestines around my neck like a gangster chain;
I'll cold open their skulls with a scalpel and shit in their brains;
I’ll tear out their eyes and squeeze them in my hands;
Run, I'm the cat and you're the mouse;

The girls were looking at me like I was a cockroach;
I'm the ugly boy with the crooked eye and the bumpy fingers, I know;
The boys called me handicapped, mentally retarded;
My kindergarten teacher told me I would never amount to anything;
My parents told me I should be Einstein every time I failed;
Fucking opps, you made me lose my dreams;
You see my distorted face, and that is enough to stir up your hatred;
This is how the vehemence of this world works;
You kept my heart in the freezer, and it died of hypothermia;
Every night I wake up from a nightmare remembering that she is no longer by my side;
She has a drug name, and it’s not for nothing;
I should have known that the woman of my dreams only inhabits my sleep;
Sleep is a magician who poisons me with his devious illusions;
As I struggle to survive, her image fades from my memory;
Nas would have told me that sleep is the cousin of death;
I found my peace in all this violence;
I am not the pawn on the chessboard;
I embody the bishop that advances diagonally to fuck you;
Sorry for not meeting your expectations, I come from the trenches and I'm proud of it;
I'm a decrepit phantom who's been fucked by life;
I found a way to survive, period