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. Che copertina tammarroide. Come l'autore d'altronde ![]() E visto che siamo in vena di tamarrate, vi spedisco direttamente nell'anno 1969 con una delle tante tamarrate (ma quanto mi piace questa parola ) di stampo classico di Keith Emerson..:. Titolo .:. Intermezzo from the Karelia Suite / Don Edito El Gruva .:. Autore .:. The Nice .:. Genere .:. Progressive Rock .:. Album .:. Ars Longa Vita Brevis .:. Durata .:. 9' 09'' .:. Anno .:. 1969 ![]() [Instrumental]
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masculinféminin
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Titolo:You Were Always the One Autore:THE CRIBS Tratto da:The Cribs Durata: 02'28'' Traccia:02 Anno: 2004 made in UK(ma va?!?) Genere:garage indie rock lo-fi Link: http://www.thecribs.com/ You Were Always the One I get the feeling they got you believing It's better to be loved than left out But it's like you told me It's nothing to do with acceptance It's all about escaping Then you heard that there's always someone Forget the wrong one Disregard your past But she came with feelings too complex to be amusing You're gonna get in trouble with that You're gonna get in trouble with that You're gonna struggle with that And I know I said I needed some time alone And I know I never seem to pick up the phone And though you will see me with someone else You were always the one And I know I said I needed some time alone And I know I never seem to pick up the phone And though you will see me with someone else Yeah, you were always the one I get the feeling they got you believing It's better to be loved than left out But yeah, like you told me It's nothing to do with acceptance It's all about escaping I setenced myself now a long long time ago And I hope to be free But I guess that you've heard that before So will you try and look surprised When you find out I lied? And I know I said I needed some time alone And I know I never seem to pick up the phone And though you will see me with someone else You were always the one And I know I said I needed some time alone And I know I never seem to pick up the phone And though you will see me with someone else You were always the one
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we said noon
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Titolo: In My Darkest Hour
Artista: Megadeth Album: So Far, So Good... So What! Anno: 1988 Genere: Thrash Metal In my hour of need Ha you're not there And though I reached out for you Wouldn't lend a hand Through the darkest hour Grace did not shine on me It feels so cold, very cold No one cares for me Did you ever think I get lonely Did you ever think that I needed love Did you ever think to stop thinking You're the only one that I'm thinking of You'll never know how hard I tried To find my space and satisfy you too Things will be better when I'm dead and gone Don't try to understand, knowing you I'm probably wrong But oh how I lived my life for you Still you'd turn away Now as I die for you My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name All these years I thought I was wrong Now I know it was you Raise your head raise your face your eyes Tell me who you think you are, who ? I walk, I walk alone Into the promised land There's a better place for me But it's far, far away Everlasting life for me In a perfect world But I gotta die first Please God send me on my way Time has a way of taking time Loneliness is not only felt by fools Alone I call to ease the pain Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I'm lost Consumed by the pain The pain, the pain, the pain Won't you hold me again You just laughed, ha, ha, bitch My whole life is work built on the past But the time has come when all things shall pass This good thing passed away In my darkest hour Una delle più belle canzoni mustainiane, unica traccia di spicco del terzo album, scritta in ricordo di Cliff che aveva formato con lui, Hetfield e Ulrich la miglior line-up dei MetallicA. ![]() L: Scusi?
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..wondering..
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.:. Titolo .:. House of The Rising Sun
.:. Autore .:. Animals .:. Genere .:. Blues/Rock .:. Album .:. The Animals .:. Durata .:. 4' 31'' .:. Anno .:. 1964 ![]() There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one Un classico blues degli anni '60.
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we said noon
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Titolo: Tuonela
Artista: Amorphis Album: Tuonela Anno: 1999 Genere: Black Metal Sorrow is my bread And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under teeth of time For cold be the stone When frost ve devoured the land Consolation is no gift Of winter's icy hand [Chorus:] Upon a crust of snow I'll lay my broken frame What steel and iron won't take I'll give in winter's name No good a sullen sout no use a simple knave No groom for brides of plaited hair This man old and lame If only I could breathe To see the sun of may but still longer are the nigths than days As I wither away Came the man of crown With sound of war drums beat Said no sword arm's strong enough Without my two good feet [Chorus] But not overlooked am I In eyes of the maid I'll wed I'll reap the crops of Tuonela My bride's wealth in death Bellissima. ![]() L: Scusi?
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we said noon
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Titolo: Crush 'em
![]() Artista: Megadeth Album: Risk ![]() Anno: 1999 Genere: Thrash Metal Enter the arena and hit the lights Step up now you're in for a ride this is war, ain't no fun and games we get it up, you go down in flames Party time, going down you better not mess us around the stakes are rich, take a hit or stay the price is high, someone's gonna pay Heads I win, tails you lose out of my way I'm coming through roll the dice don't think twice and we crush, crush 'em Looking for trouble, now you've found it you're a drum and we're gonna pound it Last one standing wins the fight hear us scream and shout all night down on the floor and eat the grit this is gonna hurt a little bit Heads I win, tails you lose out of my way I'm coming through roll the dice don't think twice and we crush, crush 'em Now we lay you down to rest you'll never be more than second best step inside you're in for a ride and we crush, crush 'em Don't need reason, don't want names just a John Doe to put to shame step aside let me explain the name of the game is pain Now we've found you We're gonna pound you We're gonna beat you Gonna defeat you We're gonna bust you We're gonna crush you We're gonna crush 'em ![]() Mi piace
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Utente Registrato
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TITOLO: Denim and Leather
ALBUM: Denim and Leather AUTORE: Saxon ANNO: 1981 GENERE: Heavy Metal (NWOBHM) Where were you in '79 when the dam began to burst Did you check us out down at the local show Were you wearing denim, wearing leather Did you run down to the front Did you queue for your ticket through the ice and snow Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Did you read the music paper from the back and to the front Did you find out where to see your favorite band Did you listen to the radio every Friday night Did hang around your local record store Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Do you dream of playing guitar or smashing up the drums Maybe you can learn to play the bass You can always be a singer like me and front the band When on the stage we wait at your command Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free It was you - that set the spirit free It was you - that put us here today It was you - that filled the concert halls It was you - that set the spirit free Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free Denim and Leather Brought us all together It was you that set the spirit free
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Crydamoure
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Titolo: Tripping
Autore: Robbie Williams Album: Tripping (single) Traccia numero: 01 Durata: 4.07 Tracklist & Website: http://www.robbiewilliams.com/ Anno: 2005 Genere: Pop ![]() Kuest'uomo è un fottuto genio nel suo kampo e sopratutto l'autore del videoklip: spaziale, disturbante, da applausi. |
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masculinféminin
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![]() perchè sponge è sponge.e i flaming sono i flaming. chi mi regala il pupazzo?(di sponge non dei flaming).in cambio gli dò lo sghiribizzo degli ovetti kinder che c'ho doppioni a pacchi. Titolo:Spongebob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy Autore:THE FLAMING LIPS Tratto da:The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie Durata: 03'37'' Traccia:02 Anno: 2005 Genere:soundtrack Link: http://www.flaminglips.com/ Spongebob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache And though I know I must ask you Does it really make me look like a man? Spongebob, being a man is just a tough job I hope you're picked to be the best spongebobs ever had Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab Now wait a minute I think we hit a wall I think we hit a psychic wall Maybe we're just young and we won't know 'til we're old Too young to free ourselves from this lonely fish bowl Some kind of wall Some kind of psychic wall Some kind of wall Some kind of psychic wall We can get a burn Come on, let's find a way to be happy Not like Plankton, he will never be satisfied Always complaining about his life To his computer wife You think he would've found by now To be sought as a king We don't need a burn nella colonna sonora: 1. Spongebob Squarepants Theme - Avril Lavigne 2. Spongebob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy - The Flaming Lips 3. Just A Kid - Wilco 4. The Goofy Goober Song - Mike Simpson 5. Prince Paul's Bubble Party - Wordsworth 6. Bikini Bottom - Electrocute 7. The Best Day Ever - SpongeBob 8. They'll Soon Discover - The Shins. 9.Ocean Man - Ween 10. Under My Rock - Bill Fagerbakke 12. Goofy Goober Rock - Tom Rothrock 13. You Better Swim - Motorhead 14. The Jellyfish Song By The Jellyfish Band - Plus-Tech Squeezebox 15. Spongebob Squarepants Theme (Movie Version) - The Pirates |
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.:. Titolo .:. Cygnus X-1
.:. Autore .:. Rush .:. Genere .:. Power Progressive .:. Album .:. A Farewell To Kings .:. Durata .:. 10' 21'' .:. Anno .:. 1977 ![]() Cygnus X-1, Book One: The Voyage Prologue: In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force: the black hole of Cygnus X-1.... Six Stars of the Northern Cross In mourning for their sister's loss In a final flash of glory Nevermore to grace the night... 1. Invisible to telescopic eye Infinity, the star that would not die All who dare to cross her course Are swallowed by her fearsome force Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized...at the core? Or through the Astral Door? To soar... 2. I set a course just east of Lyra And northwest of Pegasus Flew into the light of Deneb Sailed across the Milky Way On my ship, the "Rocinante" Wheeling through the galaxies, Headed for the heart of Cygnus Headlong into mystery The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the black hole Gains control... 3. Spinning, whirling, Still descending Like a spiral sea, Unending... Sound and fury Drown my heart Every nerve Is torn apart... To be continued... Maestosa.
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Titolo: I Feel Just Like a Child Autore:DEVENDRA BANHART Tratto da:Cripple Crow Durata: 04'47'' Traccia:08 Anno: 2005 Genere:folk Link: http://www.younggodrecords.com/prodtype.asp?PT_ID=71 I Feel Just Like a Child I feel just like a child Well I feel just like a child I feel just like a child I feel just like a child From my womb to my tomb I guess I'll always be a child Some people try and treat me like a man Yeah some people try and treat me like a man I just they just don't understand Well some people try and treat me like a man They think I know shit But that's just it I'm a child Yeah I need you to tell me what to wear I need you to help and comb my hair Yeah I need you to come and tie my shoes Yeah I need you to come and keep me amused From my cave to my grave I guess I'll always be a child I need you to help me reach the door And I need you to walk me to the store And I need you to please explain the war And I need you to heal me when I'm sore You can tell by my smile That I'm a child And I need you to sit me on your lap And I need you to make me take my nap Could you first pull out a book and Read me some of that Cause I need you to make me take my nap And I need you to recognize my friends Cause they're there even though You don't see them They got their own chair, plate, and a seat You know I won't touch my food Unless they eat From the roof to the floor I crawl around some more I'm a child And I need you to help me blow my nose And I need you to help me count my toes And I need you to help me put on my clothes And I need you to hide it when it shows From be my daddy's sperm To being packed in an urn I'm a child And when I steal you gotta Slap me til I cry Don't you stop til the tears run dry See I was born thinking under the sky I didn't belong to a couple of old wise guys From sucking on my mama's breast To when they lay my soul to rest I'm a child Well I guess I'm always be A little child
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Non mi si crede mai
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![]() Titolo: Selezione all'ingresso Autore: Club Dogo Tratto da: Mi Fist Anno: 2003 Genere: Hip Hop Link: Club Dogo Official Site Fuck your dresscode,i'm dressed in fresh mode! dunque, gradito l'abito scuro io non avevo letto ma il tuo biglietto infilalo nel culo io frè non ho la cresta da punk trendy chi-chi man ho un attitudine funk più di un new yorican le scarpe bianche firme di Tommy sulle mutande l'Avirex in vera pelle col logo gigante entro al tuo party e bevo,vestito in modo osceno tu non guardarmi o sei morto pronto il tuo crisantemo nel mio quartiere glamour sto alla finestra e gremo vedo rampanti sciccosi bere gin lemon faccia da scemo e scarpe da velista un nuovo economista,brinda con finta Linda Evangelista ed un gay stylista pista-metto le Air Max al piede scendo sotto e rigo la sua fottuta Mercedes poi salgo sopra a quella di Vincenzo pompiamo i bass inverno North Face estate Hawaii fanculo a Kenzo! smanicato come Lorenzo Lamas fatto dai fumi dell'assenzio sputo nel tuo patè di foi gras caro Rodolfo Valentino se hai addosso un Moschino o sei uno stronzo o hai la merda vicino,mi sa il primo compri a tua moglie un vestito alla settimana siete Dolce & Gabbana,alce e §§§§§§§ lasci la grana nei trend,spingi da solo la Benz mentre tua moglie prende il bus,quello delle gangbang! CON LES COPAINS DI MILANO SPINGIAMO SOPRANO SLANG ZERO ROBA BOY BAND VESTITI CON HELMUT LANG IO INDOSSO JEANS MECCA E NEL WEEKEND IN DISCOTECA ENTRO CON IN MANO UNA HEINEKEN, FANCULO ALLA TUA DIETA DA ATLETA. HO UNA SCRITTA ECKO E UN RINOCERONTE SUL TORACE, QUINDI NON ENTRO IN UNA CAMICIA DI GIANNI VERSACE, TIPO QUELLE CON ACCESSORI ORO ZECCHINO CHE FARESTI MEGLIO A DARGLI FUOCO CON UN ACCENDINO. ritx2 quando sfilo sul beat butta in aria le mani il mio staff ha più stoffa di armani taglia forte pret a porter stile phat Gucci this Fendi that! scendo dal cavallino Polo e vi prendo a mazzate coglioni-milioni spesi per braghe strappate griffate o sporche di biancone tipo pezzate Cavalli jeans per le tipe da cavalcate selezionami stocazzo all'ingresso vestito troppo fresh io non sono il fascio vittima fashion,flasho quando scrivo più righe che nei maglioni Missoni o in missioni di impizzoni al cesso E SE VESTI SPESSO ABITI GUCCI E' SICURO CHE PUCCI MA SE PENSI CHE SIA UN MUST CASUCCI ALLORA RESTA A CASA FRA. NOI ANDIAMO DA FIORUCCI SI MA NON PER I VESTITI, ROMPIAMO IL CAZZO ALLE COMMESSE COME PERVERTITI. IO PREFERISCO COPRIRMI CON MARITHE'GIRBAUD CHE SVOLTO DA UN PAIO DI AMICI SENEGALESI IN CENTRO, ABBIGLIAMENTO TUTT'ALTRO CHE FREAK MENTRE TU TI VESTI CON I PANTA A ZAMPA SIXTIES COME I DIK DIK. alla boutique chic do un kick con scarpe Dada agli mc's faccio in faccia una striscia rossa Prada come il guardaroba finto no global di Jovanotti in strada plaza di lotti e stand di moda rubata balordi irrompono per il taccheggio commesse strillano come tacchini bella Sergio metto Lacoste tarocche quanto mi costa Foot Locker la sera tardi gessati Trussardi per truffarti a poker in strada nascono mode raffinate tipo guanti di Prada per dare schiaffi sulle gote a fashion-vittime idiote vestite Donna Karan o riciclate dal mercato come le New Balance occhiali Retro madreperla bianca nascondi occhiaie della bamba sfondi il tuo conto in banca io mi fascio l'anca con tute di Karl Kani che pisciano addosso al tuo abito di Armani ritx2 L'ULTIMO VERSE E' UN REPLAY DEL RESTO ANCORA COI MIEI SIAMO VERSUS FASHION ULTIMO ROUND NEL PALINSESTO CALPESTO ORRENDI TREND GIOVANILI COME UN CATERPILLAR SE HAI IL MOTOROLA CHE TI SQUILLA CON UNA HIT DI SPILLER. FAKE ANTI-GLOB E CENTRI SOCIALI ORAMAI VESTONO SOPRANI LUCIANO A MILANO FINGONO STREET LIFE. SU DI UN PAIO DI OAKLEY PUOI VEDERNE IL RIFLESSO DI QUANDO APPOGGIANO LA FAZZA SULLA TAZZA DEL CESSO. per chi vieta l'ingresso io sono l'uomo sbagliato indosso spesso tute di tri-acetato a disagio facce di merda stile Raz Degan mix di battyman indosso Air Max pure col Cardigan vesto by American come un paninaro ma non mi concio da chi-chi come i Duran Duran spingo felpe Bullrot prese dai parisienne Dogo Club antipop hooligan CALCI NEL CULO CON UN PAIO DI VANS MA SE TI METTI UNA CAMICIA YVES SAINT LAURENT POI BECCHI LE AVANCE DA UN TRANS. NE VEDO A PACCHI IN GIRO IN FILA FUORI DAI LOCALI FACCE DA BABBI DIETRO UN PAIO DI OCCHIALI SCURI, TUTTI UGUALI. AI POLSI COLLARI E BRACCIALI E UN'IMPROBABILE INGLESE NEI LORO DISCORSI DI AFFARI. IO STO SULLA PELLE PELLE DELLE MODELLE FINCHE' NOTTE MUOIA, MALIZIA DA INTIMISSIMI, INTIMI IN TRE E' UN ALTRA STORIA [...] |
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we said noon
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Artista: Accept [GERMANIA] Canzone: Metal Heart Album: Metal Heart Track No.: 01 Anno: 1985 Genere: Heavy Metal It is 1999 The human race has to face it They are confronted with the truth It's secret -- mysterious A surgeon said it in the news The human race is dying But the result is no disease Searching for you Metal heart -- metal heart They found it everywhere Metal heart -- metal heart Lifeless piece of steel The scaring fact was even told Total confusion They found the same nightmare Heartbeats -- timebombs Metal heart -- metal heart Unplugged they're dying Metal heart -- metal heart Unplugged they die Metal heart -- metal heart They found it everywhere Metal heart -- metal heart Lifeless piece of steel Metal heart -- metal heart -- metal heart Unplugged they're dying Metal heart -- metal heart With special thanks to Mr. Tchaikowski and Mr. Beethoven. asd. Dal miglior album degli Accept di Udo, grandissima title track. Heavy Metal allo stato puro. ![]() L: Scusi?
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we said noon
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Artista: Black Sabbath [Inghilterra] Canzone: War Pigs Album: Paranoid Track No.: 02 Anno: 1970 Genere: Heavy Metal Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah! Now in darkness, world stops turning As the war machine keeps burning No more war pigs of the power Hand of god has sturck the hour Day of judgement, god is calling On their knees, the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings ALL RIGHT NOW! Pezzo-manifesto dei primordi dell'Heavy Metal. Il Big-bang dell'Heavy Metal. ![]() L: Scusi?
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Non mi si crede mai
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Artista: Fabri Fibra
Album: Mr. Simpatia Titolo: Io Non T'invidio Genere: Hip Hop [IMG]http://www.debaser.it/resize.aspx?path=/files/resizze.jpg&width=250[IMG] Il mio nome è Sfiber detto Fibroga anche noto come il rapper che caga troppa roba Ho il naso bagnato come quello di un cane io con il rap mi sfogo mentre tu Crepi di fame come Paola Barale in cerca di un contratto in giro a fare orge con Lo sguardo sempre fatto ti senti un divo io non ti invidio io non ti invidio io non ti invidio. Finché sogni grilletti ma senza canne mozze non basteranno fregne per queste rime zozze Sputo catarro lascio chiazze marroni io per evitare un figlio mi siringo nei coglioni Sono un licantropo misogeno misantropo mi sputi dal terrazzo quando vedi che mi arrampico alcolico al livello non sono tuo fratello io faccio il rap solo per dare via un po’ più di uccello capisci questo è il bello e se tu sei un divo allora mi domando io sono morto o sono vivo? ti senti un divo? Io non ti invidio vorresti essere un divo? Io non ti invidio Vorresti andare in video? Io non ti invidio io non ti invidio io non ti invidio. Buon giorno Italia che ti osserva la mattina ma di notte c’è chi affetta fighe sotto formalina che mantiene i genitali in frigo dentro una lattina quando pure il giorno prima ha anche stuprato la vicina Io rapisco una velina e ne abuso fino al giorno del rilascio di Riina ho letto che esistono madri con i figli handicappati che li portano a puttane perché è giusto e vanno amati lo ha suggerito il Papa ma poi la cosa strana è che questi vanno a troie quattro volte a settimana scopando più di me sento lo schifo al cazzo ma ti immagini ci fossero troie nel mio palazzo? ti senti ambiguo? Io non ti invidio usi il preservativo? Io non ti invidio Hai un morto dentro il frigo? Io non ti invidio ti senti un divo? Io non ti invidio vorresti essere un divo? Io non ti invidio Vorresti andare in video? Io non ti invidio io non ti invidio io non ti invidio. Io mi sto per masturbare non lasciatemi cantare ma qualcuno ancora pensa che mi possa spaventare a scuola io ero un ritardato le insegnanti di sostegno dopo un mese hann rinunciato quindi no non venirmi a dire “mi interessa il rap” io qui non faccio rime io faccio russian roulette voglio la fama voglio gente che mi acclama e una bionda che mi sposa mezza svizzera e italiana che mi lascia perché sente di svoltare dire barzellette in tele seminuda e la mia vita si s§§§§§§§ Quella è tua moglie? Era questa §§§§§§§!!! sto tritando marijuana su un piatto Giovanni Rana con Pannella che è in salotto balla e sbava come un lama che fuma da cinquant'anni e muore tra una settimana io cazzo non sopporto questa musica elettronica ma ieri hai collassato al concerto dei Subsonica io sto addestrando un plotone esecuzione dai pantaloni larghi San buca e Bacardi andiamo a prostitute ma c’è sempre Sgarbi Voglio anche io essere famoso in mezzo a questi bastardi Ti senti un divo? Io non ti invidio vorresti essere un divo? Io non ti invidio Vorresti andare in video? Io non ti invidio io non ti invidio io non ti invidio |
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