CQFD [English translation]

We're cold ... Raise your hand for Sullyvan ...

Raise your hand for Sullyvan ...

[Verse]

Raise your hand for Sullyvan, I'm the nightmare in a jerrycan

I dedicate my asshole, in the evening, fleet like steadicam

True in all points, right hand on my periphrases

No need to be unfaithful, my snuff movies are imperishable

In perpetual shift, I make phases without pity

I sequestered my neighbors who train to do Gansta Rap

Impossible to understand, I take naps when you shut up

Buddy, we're the same, I know you like me and when I manage, you're disappointed

It's Skellington, a new shoter of sixteen-bar

Mister Jack at the mic, alias "the fucker of pale ass"

Slacker uncontested, like a wanker that we don't test

I have worries, trips and cartons that intercalate

Pale green, I'm laminated, laminar and almost bedridden

I'm tired of agitating between panic and taxation

Marked by all these hours sunk into my sofa

Harassed, I'm fascinating, fashioned way snatched

It saddens me but I fuck you all, except the vaginas

I'm rebellious but I don't give a fuck, make your life but don't take my money

Let's say it, it solves a lot of things to finish in blood

I don't want to laugh anymore, Lisa Ann is in gang bang ...

Advice in wind, purity drowned in hemp

Clubbing heads and maybe I'll get pussies in the song

I'm red and dead, #Redemption, indefinite effect mode

To frighten me, turn on before the log is finished

That done, peoples go flew to better recover

It finds charm to the misery; lamenting and it makes not dream anymore

That's my flows under seal; It's hard, sweetened rap

Like fucking tight asses, huh, TWTD

I eat Old El Paso in front of the saga "Saw

And Hellraiser "corresponding to three weeks like thalasso

I have no network and it doesn't matter to me cause I have no friends

I cursed you all night but will smile when we gonna kiss

Yeah, I'm not saying what I think but I everytime think what I say

All these fast phases, the traces of strings during the ski classes

The phases I kick are my stability, random, I avoid and it's classic

Tomorrow, it's far in front of five weed seal

Assassin of rap, I also do the voodoo rituals

I pierce the eyes of bourgeois dolls who begin to play the Zulus

Ghosts begin to unfold, singing to me that time spend and

I will soon disappear if I keep my keyboard locked

Fuck, I don't feel good, I'll get back to Hostel

I lose friends who, like your chastity, are not big losses

Guys, we should do something, my mother yell at me in gospel

Rappers got gay poses, Michael Myers on my posters

Han! Synchronized brecciated phases

The fusion of proletarian metropolized with drunk Freezer

I proliferate the same freburger that the vices are only watching

Palestine, it's boring, fags getting a new look is better

I will take SMECTA

I'm so fucking tired of these shitty peoples flexing

The mind twisted, I still try to play the stable guy

I know that it tears their hair while listening to my freestyles