Pizzas Para Donatello

The molto bello twins
And the brothers arrived, Santino
With the Blasfem from piccolino
Blues on the tape deck, platinum records

They always wear [?] and Emiliano's shoes
They call African and Ebony goddess
Summer love, cold as an iceberg
Matricide, martyrdom, nerio, maticide

Napoleon, exiles, whistles, help
Sweating, armpits, albino like Silas
I whip myself, I bring pizzas for Donatello
I die for my people, I know I can still do it

And my warriors will not know fear
I pray for my people, I know I can still get there
But I'm groping around in the dark on the path
Measure the pH before putting the dropper in
This is double H, pure as double zero

[?], with a chateau wine
[?]
If I lose I'll kill myself
[?] the square, Luzbel

There he told me, "See you soon," I never lie [?]
I endured more than one slip
[?]
I must continue, I forgot

How can I lay it down?
I didn't pass it on, I forgot it
I always think of the boucheau, [?]
Under the Eiffel Tower, with those brown eyes

Big Black, I bring you my friends
With my brother, with my Blas, rapping with gray hair
First Class, non-stop flight
I put you on trip, a pill, high kick, fly without wings

They don't pass the test, then they suffer and complain about stress
Run out of the Rex, please, [?]
It is this war with gas, in this prison standing
I'm not going to suffer anymore
I'm going to die of

Oh, if you saw yourself like I see you, the kid at recess
I travel the world hitchhiking
I never paraphrase you, I got lost in a blink
I'm alone, I believe it

And if there is no ruin, I create it
I feel the cold blade of the bardeo on my ribs
If they put me [?] from Hamaya, I nod
Gangster, rapper, boom, shakalaka

Pablo and Tata, lead or silver
Swag, trapping, pods, trapi'
You need a lot of steps to be an illuminati
I bring weed cookies, for all my rookies

We are already old school like Victor Rutty
I was possessed by Chucky's knife
Listening to damballah in the [?], my square
Dirty Harry and the mustard dog
When night falls we go hunting (for real)

Psycho, look at my mosaic
Crossing that rainbow in the middle of the [?]
War, paintball, dance with the evil
At a baseball game with Clark's face [?]

Class, rank, dancing in the mud
With the rose and the tango, a smuggled love
Ready, pussy, no mini-uzi
Send me the ubi' if you want to sleep in the ICU

My hands have no strength
Not even to chop these herbs, with the straitjacket
Life is shit
Tonight she is waiting for me, I am going to sleep with Minerva
From the cloud he watches me, I carry a Rivera, reserve

I have the cheats and the jetpack
I'm gonna go up like a [?]
Looking down at the steppe as they tumble down the ridge
With my brother up there, looking straight down
They looked like ants, I didn't know how to have a job, work