[Intro]
Oh Fibra, entertain us, make a song without insults, maybe with some italian neomelodic artist, like Nitro, no?!
With my Click Teste Mobili1 we go to jail
We smoke in the car and never come back in the evening
[Verse 1: Nitro]
Martin Luther king was praising the protest
I am at Burger King with those who skip the gym
I have a punkabbestia belly2 because I made some parties
At least I don't see your face when you have the balls on your head
Man, can you get the fuck out?
Shit in a bucket and and do the ice bucket challenge
I don't want a girl who creates me problems
But who sits on my face and makes me a foot job
I could make the university student, always in time in a horrible life
But my lexicon was containing only dick, ass, whore, pussy and shit
So I don't seek for a moron who wants to become a velina3 to raise her self-confidence
You are like those shops where everything they have is already in the window
I don't feel like going in, much less standing in line
In my life I make black humor
I'm not Kepler, here nobody is a genius
So thanks you're welcome and fuck you idiot!
[Hook]
It's been years I'm training you to say: Oh, fuck you idiot!
I sing about this and that and shout: Oh, fuck you idiot!
And when you see me wandering scream: Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
[Verse 2: Fabri Fibra]
Welcome to everybody to Fibra's world
Where each rhyme you listen to is too cool
I'd like to say some bullshit and mine know
But rhymes don't bring me to the hit parades
So why do you panic, what a fright
If my rap, rather than rap, is a set-up
My future doesn't even know that I exist
My life has a lack of fantasy
And this new disc will be a flop for sure
If you buy it you clean a bit more my ass
I'm too vulgar and here I admit it
I say the word "whore" in each lyric
So when you hear it when I sing it around
You say: This guy knows me! Is he perhaps a fakir?
I can't breath, ah, what a thing
People ask me: what is this trend?!?
[Hook]
It's been years I'm training you to say: Oh, fuck you idiot!
I sing about this and that and shout: Oh, fuck you idiot!
And when you see me wandering scream: Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
[Verse 3: Fabri Fibra]
My name is Fibra, Fabri Fibra
Switch the vowels but in the same line
My name rhymes with words like libra, logo, vibrate, scream bitch!
This shitty music brings me bad luck
I'm also trying to stop but it's a bit of a challenge
I don't know what to do (Fibra!), I want a mic (Fibra!)
Because I have a shit that wants to come out from my esophagus
Don't encourage me that I know how to engulf
I know how to act, (I'm getting aroused)
I don't want a girl who raps in bikini
My woman rather than rap should make me blowjobs
The truth is that if I will have success
These fans who followed me until here until now
As soon as they see that I take the first prize
Will say to me: fuck you idiot!
[Hook]
It's been years I'm training you to say: Oh, fuck you idiot!
I sing about this and that and shout: Oh, fuck you idiot!
And when you see me wandering scream: Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
Oh, fuck you idiot!
[Outro]
With my Click Teste Mobili we go to jail
[Skit Nitro and Fabri Fibra]
But jokes aside, well I mean I don't know if you noticed, do you want to keep or throw away that initial skit? Let me know because I also tried to make that voice you were making but it didn't sound like, but for me it's funny.
At the beginning I couldn't understand, but when I did this skit you had the same voice, you're a psychopath it's so good, but I keep it, I keep it! A neomelodic singer like Nitro, a bomb!
1. The independent record label of Fabri Fibra.2. Homeless people that usually wander with their dogs (indeed it is literally "punk with the beast"). It can be seen as the anarchist-punk movement in Italy.3. The "veline" are two girls who won a yearly beauty contest in order to appear in the famous Italian TV program "Striscia la notizia".