(feat. Mezzosangue)
Chorus:
Blood from the eyes and the heart that makes...
Anxiety breaks me in half and makes me...
Crush me to the ground I'll like it...
Sadist...Sadist...
Hardcore with the triple is he the supreme king? I push rap to the extreme,
HC, who did you expect, Morgan Ics? (fool)
I who have never looked for a trick,
go with God, Adieu, Adios, bon voyage,
Jeff Dahmer of rap, I tear hearts I make collages,
exploit , between Satan and God in a ménage á trois!
I have a social phobia, writes reason,
these people don't want a message, but only a distraction,
from the underworld and bad information, the same,
you believe more in the national team than in the nation,
I run on the wing like a madman in a mental hospital,
for the Mafia in football I am the Count like Antonio,
I bet my fucking heritage,
I strip myself of sins because we are naked in the eyes of the Devil,
sadistic heart, in the flames like Islamic hell,
we burn quickly between smiles and panic attacks,
As long as my voice holds me I swear, I won't give up,
I want to feel this shit and lose control,
dragged down here among the disadvantaged,
we will dance dirty, sweaty among the uncoordinated ,
I'll be a child at midnight, when I return,
24 hours to die, I only live one day!
Chorus:
Blood from the eyes and the heart that makes...< br/>Anxiety breaks me in half and makes me...
Crush me to the ground I'll like it...
Sadist...Sadist...
Somedays sadistic, others masochist,
I love to hit the bottom like a diver and I go down,
I have on a tank full of mixed,
I have a place down in hell but I have no regrets
I have taken days from my life and added life to my days,
Bad luck. I hate people,
Not much upsets me,
Quicksand made of nothing,
Only those who come out of this silly game notice it
God, don't talk about it if I die that bitch Barbara Dâurso!
Make it disappear!
It's a paradox, I have the earth under my feet and yet it has a crushing weight..
Sadistic as the paper, or the most bastard life,
That impregnates with dreams and kicks you in the belly to abort.
Give me a trace and I will tear my memories to pieces,
Above the table with the irons, cornered at loggerheads,
always been ready to strike, ready to bleed
It remains to speak and I'll let him do it to an audience of deaf people.
Chorus:
Blood from the eyes and the heart that makes...
Anxiety breaks me in half and makes me...
Crush me to the ground I'll like it...
Sadistic...Sadic...< br/>c

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