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[Intro]
Buying this album is not recommended for anyone over the age of 18
Though the content of the lyrics is not intended for intelligent people
Fabri Fibra, Fabri Fabri has gone completely insane
And there is absolutely no reason worth listening to him
(Through my fault, through my fault, my grievous fault
I did nothing wrong
My grevious fault)

[Chorus]
I don't write rhymes
I inject poison into this mess
I throw darts on the picture of me as a child
And the only reason I haven't killed myself is my dick

[Verse 1]
My fate is to be the man in sight
I drench myself in gas
You pass me the lighter
I am the car disk that runs over Albertino on his moped
Then reverses to put him down
I've gone completely insane
I spoke with the devil in a mask
But even he didn't understand me
When I was a kid I was pushed into a pool
And I was unable to resurface
For how much water I had swallowed
There's an acid in my veins that I still haven't disposed of
I have an exhausted brain and a sore ball
I resent my mother for the day she gave birth to me
And I wish death on every asshole who betrayed me
[Chorus]
I don't write rhymes
I inject poison into this mess
I throw darts on the picture of me as a child
And the only reason I haven't killed myself is my dick
My fate is to be the man on sight
I drench myself in gas
You pass me the lighter
And the only reason I haven't killed myself is my dick

[Verse 2]
One bullet in the chamber
With rap I signed my own death warrant
If I get shot I'll resurrect because I'm a hologram
I am a shitty son with a burning diaphragm
When I trip on acid and dress like my mom
It's a psychodrama
I don't live in these times
I don't speak like a gay like that fucking Tormento
I've a mental breakdown under general anesthesia
My withdrawal symtomps will last until my funeral
I fall asleep dreaming I'll wake up in a coffin
I jerk off to Paola e Chiara videos
Darling, I smoke 20 grams in 20 minutes
Then my mouth gets drier than the Sahara
It's pretty obvious I'm not joking around
When I am coming towards you with a shovel
In the dining room
Tension is so high if you hear cursing
'Cause I could suddenly blow myself up
[Chorus]
I don't write rhymes
I inject poison into this mess
I throw darts on the picture of me as a child
And the only reason I haven't killed myself is my dick
My fate is to be the man on sight
I drench myself in gas
You pass me the lighter
And the only reason I haven't killed myself is my dick

[Verse 3]
I don't write rhymes and I don't consider myself a preacher
Do me a favor and don't listen to this album
I saw where you hide the smoke and the money
In a little box that's in your room
Between the closet and the fan
So before killing myself or dying from cancer
I'll rip off the fire extinguisher next to the elevator
And with a single blow I'll break your stereo and CD burner
I'll rip off the cross from the wall
And hang it upside down on your front door
I'll take this magazine cover with La Pina on it
And tape it on your toilet seat

[Outro]
Oh, you cared about this? You cared about this too!
Forget this one!
I'll take this shit away from you