Par Toutatis [English translation]

[Intro]

L.O.R. I don't forget you, never

Suik'On Blaze, stay strong... always

BBP, Dolor, I.N.C.H, Nasdal, R.O.C, Georgio, DF, Bazoo, Rabakar, Scritch, Goune, Jarod, Wild Sketch, L'animalerie

Everyone, all these people

Sirius, Le Virus Le Plus Sérieux

[Verse 1]

I don't do satanic pedophile music for money

Just in case Lord returns

Explaining to me that he exists and that my ribs

Will please the dogs of Hell forever!

I bring meth, it's my rhymes, I swear, it revives

Even your grandma, it goes fast, it goes "Vald" and "bim"

The vaginal leak, it happens, it's misery

Every birthday, I get new MC's for my dessert.

I'm gonna end up fat, dumb and haughty

Sick of other guys like a feminist ovary

You don't make me dream anymore, it pisses me off, I liked it.

Of course I liked those guys who talked to me about anything.

Of sluts and property more than good

Yes, of money that was won in mystical districts

At a time when the civils were fighting over sticks

So high I have the skin of a guy born in the Sixties

Yes, you son of a bitch, I'm the one buying, so you're going

To be careful about your mustache and not get me angry

Or your fag polo shirt, I'll stain it, peach cup.

[Chorus] ×2

Take out the bourbon, I arrive in my dream buds

I rob Brink's vans, do you know we fuck everything?

Wherever my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "Par toutatis"

Everywhere my clique goes, the crowd shouts with joy "Par toutatis"

Pa-par toutatis!

[Bridge]

Oki doki, I'doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens are dying

Oki doki, I'doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens are dying

Oki doki, I'doggin' your rhymes, your bic pens are dying

Flows of filth hostile to the mic, I have the gold pen bic

[Verse 2]

I bring peace like a nuclear bomb

Masons on my nerves, niakson on my lips

Every second I'm evolving, because in the Bultex, I put uranium

When I spit, I break trunk, neck and head

Yes, trunk, neck and head; trunk, neck and head

I break trunk, neck and head - four times-

I donate the death to each verse

More gold, more gold, I have my custom tomb

I live in an erotic movie where extras don't get excited

Even correctly anymore, it's a mess. I'm not lying to you.

You'd have to see those cocks moan

For a Swiss watch model

Don't follow the troop, it's suicide at the end of the reprieve.

Surviving is my first success

I smoke dry to heal my ulcer

I'm pumping money out of the industry, Super-Sullyvan!

Severe cig, cuddles his worms

I get Persians and gold diggers

I make them fucked by rottweilers

By making them think that I know Dorcel

Rap feel bad and I've seen the cure:

All those sluts in barbed wire!

Yeah, sure, that's about it.

But that's not the point, Sullyvan-Rockefeller!

[Chorus] ×2

[Bridge]

[Outro]

• Artist:Vald
• Album:NQNT