The color is green, we all know well
They sell music making art their role
Controlling minds, counting bills
In the armchair of your office you are very well
I would catch you there, I would slash your face
You think you are God, the King
You are going to eat me, you bastard
Mafia, that's what you are, I won't keep quiet
Mafia, now you are going to get screwed
I'm going to step on you
I don't care if you ruin me
You don't care
Don't deceive anymore, people have to know
Your fucking business is going to shine
Just the fraud of a commercial product
The art of despising, to increase
And increase your personal account

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