Kid Yugi – Il Signore delle Mosche Lyrics
Il Signore delle Mosche Lyrics English Translation by Kid Yugi
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
I want to make money, then eat only kosher
For every three-quarters, I dilute ten drops
I lived with [?] like the “Two Stoned in College”
Stray bullet, ends up involving you
I bring the commercial if you want something that shakes
Cold revenge because the dish is sweet
Honestly, the hot dish is my strong suit
I think of my bag, like they do in Frankfurt
Three hundred with music, and I don’t play the piano
Night vampire, tomb defiler
Smoke until asthma, drink until death
Chug Jack Daniel’s, Laphroaig, Johnnie Walker
I’m a true southerner, hanging out with the scavengers
My dawg lays out something big at least as much as an inch
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel, I won’t escape the vortex
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
Gyeah, the lord of the flies
She’s bisexual, but tonight no scissors
I don’t apologize, I don’t admit my faults
I would like to be a dictator, send you all to the showers
My shit is war, a Tolkien novel
Pacciani for couples, for opps, I’m a stalker
I spin in [?], borderline mentality
Sippo Dompe’, a thousand euros of bubbles
Blindfolded goddess is just a topless slut
But the wheel turns, and I won’t be able to save myself in the corner
Twenty stabs, I want to disgust the coroner
Your body suffers, coagulates, and then dissolves
There’s too much blood here, Scottex won’t be enough
I’m live on Rotten, I want to bring some content
F***ing kid Yugi, the new Andrea Volpe
White as a Gregorian chant, black as a gospel
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
3P gang, cabalism, new golden tone
Nice on the price, eyes on me, I want a Golden Globe
My life is a gamble against a cheater, like Lock & Stock
Making real money, forget the mall, I go off the road
Scam, Watchdogs, Anti-hero, Watchmen
Handling liquid ketchup, Gore-Tex skin
Just do it, Nike with [?]
I want to read comics only on Grenoble
I’m not an MC, I’m a f***ing trash talker
Around with the shiesty, mask on, head warmer
It’s keeping me awake, it’s not about a Monster
Out with weapons, bro, I don’t do fistfights
Gyeah, I project a massacre
The red thread that connects – and mass graves
I like this world, all this senseless violence
My s*** is hardcore like a ball gag
Two killers in my roster
I grab her by the throat like a chokeslam
I pull a volcano, drink a mountain
Two thousand words, I’ll leave the audience wordless
The devil emerges, the trumpets sound
Big f***ing Yugi