[Verse 1: Vald & Suikon Blaze AD]
I appreciate mages, porn, but not image sites
Films, dirty ideas and Arabic weed
Tell dirty girls who pull the strings
Only sex works, no mystery
There's no mystery, it's true, the best MC is Brel
I can smoke weed if your grandmother bites her veins
I can't even go crazy
I'm a redneck
And when I breathe, I feel well that I have a goatee breath
I don't care if... If you have the blues
I don't give a care, you can fuck yourself
I rap only on face B cause I don't have a beatmaker
Of course, seeing too many dicks in the long run makes me sick
(In fact, aren't you afraid of being taken for a gay? In fact it's true that there ... A gay)
Chorus!
[Chorus: Vald & Suikon Blaze AD]
I torture my cock when I carry you on my dick
In the evening I smoke weed, I ejaculate on your face
Oh you're filthy, oh it's not good!
But shut the fuck up and let me hear that pagan chorus!
[Verse 2: Vald & Suikon Blaze AD]
The evening kicker is back, take out the quilt
I think my dream is to back and to empty my ass
Me, my dream is to do nothing without guilt
When you saw me rhyming, I feel like it purified you
Come near me, I want to shit, it's awful
I don't think I've digested that slice of Aost ham
Okay, actually, my verses didn't do anything to you at all
You're starting to piss me off, stop squirming around
I have the great impression I'm going to explode
By my shitting because my bowel won't digest
All right, that's enough. I don't want to hear another word of it
I don't want any more comments about your insolent bowel
MC ass on fire, I make envious anus
And my asshole stories turn young people into old people
If only I didn't speed up my foot on the brake ...
The MCs talk shit so ... so do I
[Chorus: Vald & Suikon Blaze AD]
[Verse 3: Vald]
What's the point of fine words too much if they don't linger long enough
What's the point of my comments in front of your joints of weed
I don't give a damn, and I declare that the ones
Who wants to make anulingus to my pretty rap can do it
C'mon, get the cutlery out. I've come to puke my verses
You're defending yourself without any fuss, the time to spell out my 16
It doesn't make sense, so it's not consistent
How many stupid crap albums do you think I could find out?
And how many fake artists do you think we're going to see
Because of fucking dickslaps of faggot men
Let us live in sin, no matter as long as the guests sleep
In fact my lyrics are the reflection of my life
Yours too? You have to choose... your opinion or your friends
Besides I'm not embarrassed anymore, I don't make rap just for fun anymore
Fucking on my own songs, it's just abuse
That's right, that's right!
I think we could call that song "Metaphass"
Because we make metaphors and besides, we talk about ass holes!
Why not Metaphass?
That's not bad !