Write This Down
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace. Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
Non fotti con me io vengo dal queens
La gente c'ha paura vesto blu sono un crips
Io amo chi mi odia
Io si farò la storia
Tu in cerca di una gioia
Io sono la mia gioia
Hai sentito il nuovo pezzo mi dici come spacca
Scrivete il mio nome bello grande sulla carta
Perchè io sono il dittatore curatore dottore
Di questa italia che fallisce in continuazione
Si! Io non ascolto la gente perchè maggiorparte
Si sa che ti mente
Si! Io ragiono con la mia mente
Tu invece segui la massa sei solo un demente
Si! Ci dici siamo degli scemi
Però quando senti Morello vedi come tremi
Si! Ossessionato dai soldi
Ti faccio crollare come han fatto con le torri
Sono il dittatore dello stato il guaritore
Io si sono modesto ma chiamami dottore
I ragazzini con la sigaretta in bocca
Non sapranno mai che cosa gli tocca
Ma una regola ci vuole parli male di me e voli dritto in prigione
Non ti va giù la questione
Ma ti ridicolizzo dentro a una canzone
Write This Down
Relax and take notes, while I take notes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace. Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "BIG"
Then I bust in her EYE (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
Don't fuck with me I'm from queens
People are afraid I dress blue I'm a crips
I love those who hate me
I will make history
You looking for joy
I am my joy
Have you heard the new song tell me how it rocks
Write my nice big name on the paper
Because I am the doctor curator dictator
Of this Italy that continually fails
Yes! I don't listen to people because most of them
He's been known to lie to you
Yes! I think with my mind
You, on the other hand, follow the masses, you're just a lunatic
Yes! You tell us we're idiots
But when you hear Morello you see how you tremble
Yes! Obsessed with money
I'll make you collapse like they did with the towers
I am the dictator of the state the healer
I'm modest but call me doctor
The kids with cigarettes in their mouths
They will never know what happens to them
But one rule is that you speak badly of me and you fly straight to prison
You don't like the question
But I ridicule you in a song
Escrita por: Gabriele Morello