Nitro - Rotten (English Translation) lyrics

[Music video intro: Shade]
Machete presents: are you tired of smiling?
Today, you can try Nitro: classic, Wilson, or even the Phil de Payne version
Warning: it is not compulsory to be as*h*les and moralists to watch this video
Thank you, and go f*ck yourself

[Intro: Fabri Fibra, voice mail, Nitro]
Yo, let me call Nitro (Aah)
Leave a message after the beep (Aah)
Or after the beebeebeebeebeebeebeepopopof*ck (We're sorry)
What the f*ck are you doing all day at home? (Aah)
What the f*ck?!
Okay then, bye
Turn the volume up in my headphones (Aah, aah, aah)

[Verse 1]
This is not rap, not hip-hop, that's a psychopath's diary
With panic attacks, given by a sadistic brain, uh
I've a head trauma, but a doctor told me
That a man bearing my pain gets better only if he dies
I cursed against God until I met the Virgin Mary
'Cause a friend of mine cheated on me with my girl
Now I'm suffering from insomnia and he gets back in my nightmares
But someday I'll cut his di*k off and I'll attach it to his door
I've got a twisted mind, sometimes it doesn't work
It releases hatred from the pores like the bulls in Pamplona
I fall into my fears if the air is not good
And I throw soaps on the ground in the cell of Coro-
There's a party in hell, what the f*ck, you don't invite me?
I go around drunk, with the smell of Beck's in my clothes
I am nothing like your pervert ex-boyfriends
That, in order to f*ck you, even watch Sex and the City (Woah)
A bunch of losers that just talk about hip-hop
If only they shut up, they would double up their flow (Oh no!)
I really get hyped up if you say I am incompetent
'Cause I know that you get a boner when you click the "Don't like" button
I get into a mental hospital, I feel safer there
I am not the future, I have just been lucky
I speak with the Devil, but I'm not crazy, I swear
And if I dream that I die I wake up with my di*k hard

[Hook]
You read my lyrics and you hate me, you think I'm the worst
That I pose as I've got talents that I never asked for
And fine, good, there's no one worse than us
The decline you repressed but that you want back now
The sh*t you hated but you swallow now
'Cause you get hypnotized by the silver of the trays

[Verse 2]
I am aware of not being Eminem
And that if I didn't rap I would probably be a virgin
My mother doesn't get my relationship with women
And she still describes me as a long-term abortion
I blow and you disappear, like leaves
I suffer from my wounds, but in disguise
The pride of a husband defeated by his wife
I've written more about women than journalism about the crime of Cogne
I seem crazy? Okay, I can't tell you anything
But don't say I am a educated, well-behaved and diligent man
I'm bored as f*ck and I'm a suspicious b*tch
Moreover, I don't show any differences with the Florence's monster
She calls me back, but she's a well-behaved whore
Sorry mum, she acts like a barker lady and she seeks fame
What "she loves me, she loves me not"? It flys in your face, Jin Kazama
She dumps me, I hope her house explodes, like Osama
I get in with a machete, you're an as*h*le with a katana
I cut you on against a wall and I slit your throat like in Havana
I've come from the future but on a missile of NASA
To send your number one's butt straight home

[Hook]
You read my lyrics and you hate me, you think I'm the worst
That I pose as I've got talents that I never asked for
And fine, good, there's no one worse than us
The decline you repressed but that you want back now
The sh*t you hated but you swallow now
'Cause you get hypnotized by the silver of the trays

[Verse 3]
The day after this Orthopedic thing
I went around alone with my fears, a living dead
That scam costed me a lot of embarrassment with my colleagues
But it's been more than a year ago, so why the f*ck are you still asking about it, eh?
I've seen friends turning into snakes
Spoiled b*tches going from asking to demanding
An infamous son of a b*tch crawling like in Splinter Cell
But who's hungry can chew up crumbs
I've never got to my point, even if I've played everywhere
I scratched the bottom so much I don't even have nails anymore
In other artists's albums I've torn apart everyone
And I still behave like any son of a b*tch
I loved absolute whores who hated my issues
Until they found me hanged between two extension cables
I write about them confined in a bunker
But if I make a gold record they will hate me on RapBurger