[Intro]
- I'm keeping you about a week to do a few more analyses. In the meantime, I've prescribed for you Damso's mixtape QALF and Jackpot from the group OPG. I'll see you again in a few hours. Have a rest, see you later
- Yeah
- Mister Dems, can you hear me ?

[Verse]
Nothing too nasty, he just said I was a field n***a
But it's nothing too nasty, I just fucked him up straight away
You play smart, but I just need a bullet to bury alive your knowledge
With a loaded magnum between the teeth
But it's nothing too nasty, no, eh
Everything's black like at Château Rouge
Armless, I don't make any wrong moves, no
My 9 milli says your skin is soft, your pussy lives in drought, oh
I don't like humans, I prefer other species, oh
I've already fucked you, you want me to respect you ? oh
You've sucked too much, you've got a herpes spot, oh
But it's nothing too nasty, no, yeah
Four, zero, zero years but it's nothing too nasty either
That we're getting fucked right up to the currency, deep in the ass
Sons of bitchs, there's more than one, for sure
Around the ballots without any African, I swear
Very big machine in her ever-so-pure thingy
There's no safe trial because the prose is hard
Fucking mothers, working hard, that's the procedure
You're in some flyers, I'm in the papers
From slave chains to gold chains
Click, click, bang, bang, that's how a n***a gets by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes