Can you turn up the microphone a little more, please?
Hey, hey, great
He is the wizard of the block
Eiemgei
There is a phenomenal gap
Between me and all those sluts
I don't just give myself just for the sake of it, they think I'm a mutant
How far you have to go to see me in my underwear
With her no, hey, hey, hey
With her no, hey, hey
My friend, even when you are dressed you have a bigger ass
Than mine, easy to compete with very shitty-looking girls
Like me, hey, hey, hey
Like me, hey, hey
I don't have Anna's blonde hair
I have teeth in random order
A crooked face on one side
A big but flat ass
But loneliness is a virus that I never catch
Even if you burn me and if I become gas
With only my voice I can make hype
So tell me what's strange about me, tell me, come on
Hey, lover
Do we really need to break free of skirts
So that rap music will appeal to men
Isn't the voice, the pen, the style,
The heart in the throat until the end enough
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey
The social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam
The social showcases are the showcases of Amsterdam
Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
This Italy, lady
Sees girls as inflatable dolls
Do whatever the fuck you want, lady
In this Italy, lady
Sex isn't art, it's just bread for fanatics
It would be nice though
If a guy saw me naked
For the first time without funny precedents
That maybe with Photoshop
With a few more points of light
I have more beautiful thighs than the real ones
Hey, lover
Do we really need to break free of skirts
So that rap music will appeal to men
Isn't the voice, the pen, the style,
The heart in the throat until the end enough
Maybe not, hey, hey, hey
Maybe not, hey, hey
Hey, lover