Jimmy Punchline [English translation]

[Intro]

Hey!

For the next three minutes, I want us to call me: Jimmy Punchline!

[Unique verse]

It's the return of the legend of Jimmy

Even if I can crack at any time, like the legs of Djibril [cric]

2008 I launch the missile

If you didn't listen to rap in 98, change Vinyl

Because I kick like the old production, fuck fashion

I just rhyme, like when I ryhmed for start my Vogue

Don't search messages in my steps, in my metaphors

I do this for fun, because I find that I tear

Oh! I represent the "7"

I write texts who hold hair like your chick in doggy style

I spit fire on your tape traitors

This is the remake of Sodom and Gomorrah, a Holocaust sound

I'm too gore for the public

Anyway I don't give a damn of Victoires de la Musique: I aim the Hot d'Or

Every day I go to bed at dawn

And I go to work with a funeral face like I was undertaker

I'm the Beatles for young teens

I could go on Sky, although my single was called "Fun Radio"

I spit in your period, it's ketchup-mayo

I fuck you on a pile of wood, jokes you a syphilis behind the fagots

I was distributing CD in France

While you was distributing your CV in McDonald

So I understand that you would like to make a feat

But I want a Big Mac and a large fries

And it's "1 for my stomach ", "2 for my cock"

Lower Normandy, 14000, you know where I live

Jimmy-Jimmy-Jimmy comes take your life

I send you into chemo-chemo-chemotherapy

Yes it's free, I'm stupid and evil

If I need to wear gloves, I rip the jugular with teeth

And when we party in the house of your parents, it go in nocturnal disturbance

We made turn the ass of the old whereas no one smokes

Let me get my breath

I should be sponso MSN: everyone takes my quotes

Find me in full meditation in a drinking

My hangover would push Pinocchio for a real boy

I write tubes to the ink of banana (What else?)

I bring you things through the hole of your wife

You manage to super fast rapping: not bad

But if you got the flow and not words, you will never be stronger than Scatman

You should have stopped the rap instead of stopping school

You should have let go the music instead of letting go comments

I have a huge thing between the legs as a bassist

As true as you're not French if you don't have a racist uncle

I land like a tsunami

You see scroll-scroll-scroll all your life

Oo-de-lally, I make you go under the table football

Your team is pitiful like an orphanage in Romania

I rap under tipunch and the ladies move their punany

Stop to be wet, I feel to fuck in the rain

I come gondola, Mongolian text

You-you-you-you-you move your crazy bowl cut

With my girlfriend, we destroy our head with gin

I fuck her completely dead like if I was necrophiliac

I cheat on her only in other cities, it doesn't count

Sexual weightlifter: I raise chicks that are twice my weight

I hang with future doctors and ex-convicts

Skready Krueger to the production, and I'm your worst nightmare

Gringe and Skread is Baudelaire and Mozart

Ablaye will redo you the portrait, and he never made Beaux-Arts

I revere women witch bitches head like the Egyptians

I hate trans since I almost fucked a Brazilian

Continue to rap lies, you do this so well

You talk about bushings and seals, but you're electrician

In short, if you got shit verses, work the chorus

If that's the rap game, I'm probably the end boss

If you want to pump "Saint-Valentin" begins with having sex

Virgin, you're struggling to fuck your own hand

In the new scene I'm the one that stands out

I'm the only writer drinking since Victor Hugo

I walk on water, I swim on the asphalt

And that's three minutes: Jimmy Punchline, 7th Magnitude

• Artist:Orelsan
• Album:Perdu D'avance