[Chorus]
I buy a steam gun
I wear the California blue jaco
I do a trick for terror
And I go...
[Verse 1 ]
It's the dog, it's the hemp
It's the lack of love, it's the cannon
In the mouth of those who have humiliated themselves so much
Envy of It's a disgrace, it spreads hatred and resentment
And cocaine is a foreign church of le chereau
For every rap written, it's a soul that is saved
The charcoal burner's face is the Brazil that shows its face
A lot of blah is said, the language is a bitch
Here it's just work, luck is for the children
Who sees the teacher in despair in the mission ©ria
That in the middle of the path to education there was a stone
And there was a rock in the middle of the path
He is not black, see, but in his pocket he carries a pipe
is the sleazestack, from the white zóio, repairs the shine
Chewbacca in the penha is cornstarch with glass dust
TV commercials, glamor for alcoholism
is the Kinect of the The day will cry
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[Verse 2]
And I stay here preaching peace
And with every pack of cigarettes smoked, death makes a lie
br/>Between us, between us, and if one of us dies
For you it's a beauty
Inequality makes sadness
On the mountain of the seven vultures someone decorates your table
br/>A government that wants to end crack
But doesn't have the morals to veto beer commercials
Hello, Foucault, do you want to know what madness is?
É see Hobsbawm in the hands of the boys, Machiavelli in this reading
Tell a favela resident that life isn't hard
And think that your condominium twelve doesn't carry the same guilt
It's high heels, MD, Absolut, fruit juice
But not everyone is happy with this absolute faith
Calm down, daughter, this sweet isn't fruit salt
Souring is the goal, is it good or do you want more sugar?
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
He starts to laugh nervously, comedy makes him cry
[Chorus] (2x)

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