Demential dj:
Chi è quell'artista di Repubblica
Che era partito per l'America
E se n'è tornato con le sue rime?
Chi è, eh??
Duluoz:
This is for the fucking Fulcro
Yo ...
You motherfuckers on the run
We gotta fight them all
In the biggest rap battle of the century my bruh
You think I fucking shut up the Fabri Fibra
And the fucking demential dj of Deda & Neffa
And I cannot shut up you too
Lil motherfucker
What you think I'm here playing chess with you, asshole?
I am not playing games
I am not fucking shutting up, boys
I don't like you speaking about my Games
She says:
"You need some band ...
You need somе diesel ...
I ain't got no diesеl, boi"
1, 2 , 3 & 4: fight
You didn't understand what I said
And you won't understand this shit, boi
Because you cannot even speak a proper english
So, better like this
I dont like when you understand me bixxx
The snakes in the
Desert
Are gonna die tonight
Because I really don't like
Your mood tonight
I didn't even think about your backstabbing tonight
So I'm gonna fight (fight)
(Fight!) Be my ghost
Cause I ain't got no fucking time for you hoes
I'm gonna walk my road alone
As I did before
And I will do it again hoe
Because I dont like you
I dont like your brothers
I dont like your mood
I dont like your fucking logos
You erased your logo right? You did good
Because that was just the work of a hoe, Brook
The work of a hoe
So ride motherfucker bitch ride
The work of a hoe
Ride motherfucker hoe ride
So
Let Me ride tonight
Because I'm on a fucking mission tonight
Mission from God, motherfucker
You think you're playing with me? I play no games
I fuck you
You, your brothers and your fucking band, fucking hoes
Y'all, fucking manes
I really got sick of you tonight
I'm gonna cook my pasta and go to sleep tonight
Because I was fucking patient before I heard your bullshit tonight
Hoes
And I ain't' gonna stop
Because my fucking mission from God
Is a mission for your kids too, bruh
And I did it for me, I did it for you, for you mothers and fathers
And for your brothers too
So, fuck you
And your fucking mood
Fuck you and your fucking blues
Fuck you and your fucking bros too
You fucking copying my style you fucking stealing me shit??
For all I did for you, Brie
And to all you stupid motherfuckers
I'm gonna fuck you all in line, yeah
Out of my city you gotta ride
So run run far tonight
Go back to your fucking North Italy and bye bye
I'll say bye to all you hoes
I'm gonna ride you out of this city and out of this nations
Out of my wi-fi, stupid hoe
I had to listen to your bullshit
Like 3 or 4 times today
Before really understanding the meaning of it
Because you know
It's not that I'm not used anymore
To your fucking lenguage
That is my lenguage as well
But It's because
I'm not used At working with hoes, friend
That's exactly the meaning
Of "Diss"
By Dario Maria Duluoz
On the ride
For you
And all your little children
Or brothers
Or whatever
I don't really give a shit
So fuck you
You, little bitch
And fuck to all you motherfuckers
Who are still jumping
On my back
Like fucking monkeys tonight, hoes
Die, motherfucker
Die slow
(I don't like your brothers)
(I don't like your fucking logos)
(You did good) (You did good!)
(The work of a hoe) (The work of a hoe)
(Ride!)
(Mission tonight, mission from God, motherfucker)
(I play no games)
(Fucking hoes)
(I'm gonna cook my pasta and go to sleep tonight)
(Patient, before ...)
(Hoes)
(And I ain't gonna stop ...)
(Mission from God is a mission for your kids too, bruh)
(And for your brothers too, so fuck you ...)
(Fuck you and your fucking blues, fuck you and your fucking brothers, too)
(You fucking stealing me shit??)
(Stupid motherfuckers)
(Tonight)
(So run run far tonight)
(North Italy and bye bye)
(To all you hoes)
(Out from my wi-fis)
Chi è quell'artista di Repubblica
Che era partito per l'America
E se n'è tornato con le sue rime?
Chi è, eh??
Duluoz:
This is for the fucking Fulcro
Yo ...
You motherfuckers on the run
We gotta fight them all
In the biggest rap battle of the century my bruh
You think I fucking shut up the Fabri Fibra
And the fucking demential dj of Deda & Neffa
And I cannot shut up you too
Lil motherfucker
What you think I'm here playing chess with you, asshole?
I am not playing games
I am not fucking shutting up, boys
I don't like you speaking about my Games
She says:
"You need some band ...
You need somе diesel ...
I ain't got no diesеl, boi"
1, 2 , 3 & 4: fight
You didn't understand what I said
And you won't understand this shit, boi
Because you cannot even speak a proper english
So, better like this
I dont like when you understand me bixxx
The snakes in the
Desert
Are gonna die tonight
Because I really don't like
Your mood tonight
I didn't even think about your backstabbing tonight
So I'm gonna fight (fight)
(Fight!) Be my ghost
Cause I ain't got no fucking time for you hoes
I'm gonna walk my road alone
As I did before
And I will do it again hoe
Because I dont like you
I dont like your brothers
I dont like your mood
I dont like your fucking logos
You erased your logo right? You did good
Because that was just the work of a hoe, Brook
The work of a hoe
So ride motherfucker bitch ride
The work of a hoe
Ride motherfucker hoe ride
So
Let Me ride tonight
Because I'm on a fucking mission tonight
Mission from God, motherfucker
You think you're playing with me? I play no games
I fuck you
You, your brothers and your fucking band, fucking hoes
Y'all, fucking manes
I really got sick of you tonight
I'm gonna cook my pasta and go to sleep tonight
Because I was fucking patient before I heard your bullshit tonight
Hoes
And I ain't' gonna stop
Because my fucking mission from God
Is a mission for your kids too, bruh
And I did it for me, I did it for you, for you mothers and fathers
And for your brothers too
So, fuck you
And your fucking mood
Fuck you and your fucking blues
Fuck you and your fucking bros too
You fucking copying my style you fucking stealing me shit??
For all I did for you, Brie
And to all you stupid motherfuckers
I'm gonna fuck you all in line, yeah
Out of my city you gotta ride
So run run far tonight
Go back to your fucking North Italy and bye bye
I'll say bye to all you hoes
I'm gonna ride you out of this city and out of this nations
Out of my wi-fi, stupid hoe
I had to listen to your bullshit
Like 3 or 4 times today
Before really understanding the meaning of it
Because you know
It's not that I'm not used anymore
To your fucking lenguage
That is my lenguage as well
But It's because
I'm not used At working with hoes, friend
That's exactly the meaning
Of "Diss"
By Dario Maria Duluoz
On the ride
For you
And all your little children
Or brothers
Or whatever
I don't really give a shit
So fuck you
You, little bitch
And fuck to all you motherfuckers
Who are still jumping
On my back
Like fucking monkeys tonight, hoes
Die, motherfucker
Die slow
(I don't like your brothers)
(I don't like your fucking logos)
(You did good) (You did good!)
(The work of a hoe) (The work of a hoe)
(Ride!)
(Mission tonight, mission from God, motherfucker)
(I play no games)
(Fucking hoes)
(I'm gonna cook my pasta and go to sleep tonight)
(Patient, before ...)
(Hoes)
(And I ain't gonna stop ...)
(Mission from God is a mission for your kids too, bruh)
(And for your brothers too, so fuck you ...)
(Fuck you and your fucking blues, fuck you and your fucking brothers, too)
(You fucking stealing me shit??)
(Stupid motherfuckers)
(Tonight)
(So run run far tonight)
(North Italy and bye bye)
(To all you hoes)
(Out from my wi-fis)
( Mara Duluoz )
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