Shoote un ministre [English translation]

[Intro]

It's for all the guys, on the brink, crushed in the gear, brother.

[Verse 1]

I know you've been thinking about killing people for a long time.

That you think about burning the bench, which made you so suspicious

Even if you have to kill innocent peoples, just to pass the time

I understand why you get so mad when rappers are lazy

Big pustule, do you feel like I'm killing?

Do you feel like I'm killing? Without tutu

It's hard for you to imagine yourself serene in the future.

Get hard on strange Turkish sluts, but you you don't get money anymore

Desert the campus, you don't really think a degree

Will catch up your childhood life, wipe the blood off the wall.

All the punches you took and all your stitches

When you realize that the world is yours as long as you suck

But it's not your project, you have no project.

You're determined to have resolutions next year

You recognize yourself in nothing, you are alone in front of their certainties

Of son of a bitch, it makes you look stubborn.

But you don't give a shit: the truth is this.

None of those sons of bitches deserved to be here.

You're sinking, you'd like to satisfy your insane urges

Your giant bushes no longer camouflage your repulsion for people

[Chorus]

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Maybe you're doing something right, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Too many corrupt, brother

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Too many pedophiles, brother.

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

[Verse 2]

Go ahead and pout

I know it hurts, kid, go ahead and pout.

Never on time, but it makes sense when you don't give a shit.

You see your life as a rapist whose hands move forward and...

And you see that one thing to do is run away, hoping she runs out of breath

But you take the beating, you shout, "Fuck them all!"

That's your favorite chorus while you're on drugs.

Drunk dead, man, that son of a pig traps crowds

But I'm not gonna fight you, you're not the first bitter guy

Who drops the case, so you doesn't put a bullet in your head, stop.

You're full, you wish we could help you, but you don't have

Network anymore, you'd have to lick ass, It's too much!

In the abyss, you look down so you don't see your parents

You only see fear in their look at their failing son

The child of passing passers-by waiting for the coup d'grâce

Blood bullet holes fill their gaps with Nike shoes

And you don't give a shit: the truth is this.

None of those sons of bitches deserved to be here.

You'd like to indulge your insane urges

Your giant bushes no longer camouflage your repulsion for people

[Chorus]

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Maybe you're doing something right, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Too many corrupt, brother

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Too many pedophiles, brother.

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

[Verse 3]

TV doesn't represent you, they can't stand you either

You're in this bal like a percentage dancing samba.

The hundred paces, why make them?

There are already your kind who get carried away in front of Eden

But hey, who don't come in, big bitches are around here!

Even the Paris Hilton fans in fishnet stockings

You're doing some serious stuff.

Yeah, you lose your mind, as soon as it pays their ass.

Only your sister is worth it

But that would be incest.

Big pustule, do you feel like I'm killing?

You don't have any money and you're not so smart!

You're sinking, you'd like to satisfy your insane urges

Your giant bushes no longer camouflage your repulsion for people

[Chorus]

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Maybe you're doing something right, brother...

Shoot a minister!

Too many corrupt, brother

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Too many pedophiles, brother.

Allow yourself to unwind on the right guys

Shoot a minister!

Shoot a minister!

If you want to kill someone, brother...

Shoot a minister!

[Outro]

For all the guys who can't take it anymore: stop fucking killing innocent people.

V.A.L.D !

Big pustule, do you feel like I'm killing?

Without tutu, you got blood on your ass

Honest naked slut, you're not so smart

There's blood on the wall, hahaha motherfucker.

V.A.L.D., brother!