[Rit.: Fabri Fibra]
When I was little my mother beat me
When I was little my father beat me
This is why I don't give a shit guys
This is why I don't give a fuck guys
[Verse 1: Fabri Fibra]
Boom, clapperboard, when the base starts
A nunchaku on my head and this is just the first phase
I do metric karate lyrical trigonometry
Pass the microphone my throat irritates me, ah
I smoke and whoever looks at me points
Your instrumentals give me a handjob, instrumentalhai
Rappi exhaust and I advise you never to mention me
Otherwise it's a moment and I'll return the favor with interest
I play Tetris with these rappers
Flow that crushes like the Boston Celtics
[Rit .: Fabri Fibra]
When I was little my mother beat me
When I was little my father beat me
That's why I don't give a shit guys
That's why I don't I don't give a fuck guys
[Verse 2: Fabri Fibra]
I rap since the 90's, Messenger of the Dopa
Every rhyme that you write someone else already copies it
Here the people offers pussies and dinners like kings
I should be under another gender
If you're not careful you're ashes
And the empire collapses, Hail Caesar
I only have imaginary friends
The real ones are increasingly rare
So those who are alone don't miss a thing like that pussy inside a Ferrari
It's still me, who did you expect?
From stress I smoke dragon eggs< br/>I spent months behind these rhymes
Time is money so you better pay me
In the end we are all slaves
Of the same image you see in the newspapers
We buy the same things, we are all the same
We speak the same language, but we only understand each other on social networks
I don't read books, but I browse official pages
A sea of u200bu200bsuperficial concepts
Come, let's dive, tank on our shoulders
Shit is afloat, television is dead
Dolls in a ball with the weed that makes you high
[Hook]
When I was little my mother beat me
When I was little my father beat me
This is why I don't give a fuck guys
This is why I don't give a fuck guys
[Verse 3: MadMan & Gemitaiz]
Great idea to be dyed blonde by toxic rotten friends
First day of school with orange hair
The teacher sent me out but reasons?
All with faces like stoners, booing girls like Trapattoni
There's a crowd outside right now
Out of place like an exorcist at mass
I'll take a big shot that hits the head
Then I don't recognize left and right
Getting out of bed is a big challenge
So my people sleep already dressed
They don't give a damn just rods and pussy
/>For this reason two things are a guide dog
Bella Fibra for the verse
Smoking on a sofa
Every puff is an hour of yoga
'this shit makes you like Prozac
In Rome they say 'this fact, in Milan they say it's a tofa
We're always on the straight and narrow, never with Viagra
We only think about you, Michael Douglas
Every relationship I have is a plague
I don't give a fuck anymore guys
Tonight on TV let's watch Francesco Sole cut his wrists together

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