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teki:
eh yo tekilatex, master of the universe, I piss on your whore while reading a comic book adaptation of Gulliver's Travels.
your flow is always the same? I know him by heart and he doesn't resist? the test of time as the only porn magazine in the military service dormitory
your record a collection of soulless sobs, wherever you are invited it is to make fun of you like jean- Claude vandamme
If hip hop is sick you are just a broken down ambulance, you always do too much like lighting a candle with a flamethrower
don't think of becoming a big star, you you only have the right
to a few seconds of glory in the regional newspaper of France trois
asshole, lines on your account I have miles of them to be honest, the lack of ink is the only thing my pens fear
the mcs should see a psychologist, they are all schizophrenic, and when they think they are talking to wacks it is a dialogue with themselves. ..
and all these rappers don't scare me anyway, don't they scare me? no one
like the bandana-wearing thugs in Michael Jackson's music videos
I inject my stories into the veins of my opponents, I make them suffer then I finish them off with delicacy
I insult the guys by telling them things like: you French rapper whose name is not tekilatex