[Music video intro: Shade]
Machete presents: are you tired of smiling?
Today, you can try Nitro: classic, Wilson, or even the Phil de Payne version
Warning: it is not compulsory to be assholes and moralists to watch this video
Thank you, and go fuck yourself

[Intro: Fabri Fibra, voice mail, Nitro]
Yo, let me call Nitro (Aah)
Leave a message after the beep (Aah)
Or after the beebeebeebeebeebeebeepopopofuck (We're sorry)
What the fuck are you doing all day at home? (Aah)
What the fuck?!
Okay then, bye
Turn the volume up in my headphones (Aah, aah, aah)

[Verse 1]
This is not rap, not hip-hop, that's a psychopath's diary
With panic attacks, given by a sadistic brain, uh
I've a head trauma, but a doctor told me
That a man bearing my pain gets better only if he dies
I cursed against God until I met the Virgin Mary
'Cause a friend of mine cheated on me with my girl
Now I'm suffering from insomnia and he gets back in my nightmares
But someday I'll cut his dick off and I'll attach it to his door
I've got a twisted mind, sometimes it doesn't work
It releases hatred from the pores like the bulls in Pamplona
I fall into my fears if the air is not good
And I throw soaps on the ground in the cell of Coro-
There's a party in hell, what the fuck, you don't invite me?
I go around drunk, with the smell of Beck's in my clothes
I am nothing like your pervert ex-boyfriends
That, in order to fuck you, even watch Sex and the City (Woah)
A bunch of losers that just talk about hip-hop
If only they shut up, they would double up their flow (Oh no!)
I really get hyped up if you say I am incompetent
'Cause I know that you get a boner when you click the "Don't like" button
I get into a mental hospital, I feel safer there
I am not the future, I have just been lucky
I speak with the Devil, but I'm not crazy, I swear
And if I dream that I die I wake up with my dick hard

[Hook]
You read my lyrics and you hate me, you think I'm the worst
That I pose as I've got talents that I never asked for
And fine, good, there's no one worse than us
The decline you repressed but that you want back now
The shit you hated but you swallow now
'Cause you get hypnotized by the silver of the trays

[Verse 2]
I am aware of not being Eminem
And that if I didn't rap I would probably be a virgin
My mother doesn't get my relationship with women
And she still describes me as a long-term abortion
I blow and you disappear, like leaves
I suffer from my wounds, but in disguise
The pride of a husband defeated by his wife
I've written more about women than journalism about the crime of Cogne
I seem crazy? Okay, I can't tell you anything
But don't say I am a educated, well-behaved and diligent man
I'm bored as fuck and I'm a suspicious bitch
Moreover, I don't show any differences with the Florence's monster
She calls me back, but she's a well-behaved whore
Sorry mum, she acts like a barker lady and she seeks fame
What "she loves me, she loves me not"? It flys in your face, Jin Kazama
She dumps me, I hope her house explodes, like Osama
I get in with a machete, you're an asshole with a katana
I cut you on against a wall and I slit your throat like in Havana
I've come from the future but on a missile of NASA
To send your number one's butt straight home

[Hook]
You read my lyrics and you hate me, you think I'm the worst
That I pose as I've got talents that I never asked for
And fine, good, there's no one worse than us
The decline you repressed but that you want back now
The shit you hated but you swallow now
'Cause you get hypnotized by the silver of the trays

[Verse 3]
The day after this Orthopedic thing
I went around alone with my fears, a living dead
That scam costed me a lot of embarrassment with my colleagues
But it's been more than a year ago, so why the fuck are you still asking about it, eh?
I've seen friends turning into snakes
Spoiled bitches going from asking to demanding
An infamous son of a bitch crawling like in Splinter Cell
But who's hungry can chew up crumbs
I've never got to my point, even if I've played everywhere
I scratched the bottom so much I don't even have nails anymore
In other artists's albums I've torn apart everyone
And I still behave like any son of a bitch
I loved absolute whores who hated my issues
Until they found me hanged between two extension cables
I write about them confined in a bunker
But if I make a gold record they will hate me on RapBurger