Yeah, yo, the guys told me
"Dams you'd better go home, you're drunk"
I told 'em "Nah I'm not drunk
Meh nah, I only had a few drinks real quick"
I need to p*ss, I need to find a discrete place
Very close to here else I'll get lost me
In addition, I've smoked grass
I'll mess everyting up yeah I'm like that me
And then, I'll talk about my ex, then I'll talk about her ass
Anyways, I need to stop
So I sober up of my way back
I meet a whore from Romania
Short hair, string, short skirt
Asking for a facial tsunami
But for money so it's a no
'Cause I have none else it'd be yes
I insist to get a free blowjob, but she tells me "no" (stop it)
Dirty b*tch I answer, meh yeah but after that, it slipped up
I insulted her, her pimp came up to f*ck me up
A big muscled black man, proper haircut
Bang, two-three hits later
Blood slithering down the walk
But it's not mine nor the whore's
But the black's that received a punch and groans about the pain
While the other's wailing, by the way why are you wailing ?
You don't have a pimp anymore so I'll put it down in you
Deep down to your vocals chords
She's in stress, turns all white like her ass
Is afraid I'd harrass her, in distress
I tell her don't worry, come in the district
So I can show you Django in real life
So we can laugh a little you and I
So we can take care a little you and I, go and come right here
Suck me while I sip on that lil' Corona
I'm barely even in, I shout, I come, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I tell her, take on your face your facial tsunami in Miami
The erection comes back, from behind, I take her
There's to much space inside
I find out that her pus*y is fatter
Than B.I.G's belly
f*ck it, I'm disgusted so I go out of her hole
The girl says : "What the hell are you dong ?
Am I not sexy enough for you ?
Please, man, rape me until the end"
Ok, if you insist, she tells me :
"I wouldn't say no to a fist neither"
I tell her : "What kind of b*tch are ya?"
She tells me : "One that f*cks with her son in the street"
What the f*ck, motherf*cking f*cking f*ck
She tells me : "Yes, yes, yeah, yeah, Damso, I'm your mother
And you haven't changed of a pubic hair, that's clear
I recognized ya when I put your p*nis on my lips"
I step back once and then twice
I think I'm going paranoid
My heart is tightening, some pulse I am losing
I'll fall from a moment to an other
I wake up in a white bed, in white sheets
The walls are white, I'm surrounded with Whites
And there's a Black wearing white that asks how I'm feeling
Monsieur Dems. Do you hear me ? If you hear me, blink twice. Okay, I am doctor Leonard Da Vinci God
Long story short, you've been the victime of a soul transfert called "walk-in experience". It's kind of a oneness between two souls. The soul that is in the body decides that it can not keep on living
And instead of letting its body die, the other soul comes in and lives in the place of the first
As you know, your soul was targeted by an attempt of a forced exchange, but if the total exchange failed, it is because of only one thing. The walk-out had to be able to reproduce the thing that characterizes you the most in this world. And I am happy to say that your flow, monsieur Dems, has saved your life
I will keep you for another little week so we can do some more analysis. I prescribed you for the time the QALF mixtape from Damso and Jackpot from the group OPG. I will see you again in several hours. Get some rest, and see you later
Monsieur Dems, do you hear me ?