Joe Exotic

Entered machete like Jason
They put me on trial, Perry Mason
When I rap, the hertz go off
And they jerk off more than Otis in Sex Education hey

I flee from crowds
I confuse Friday with Monday
I live in the last scene of Perfume
I bring more bars than Juve's jersey

At fourteen I turned on a speaker
And at 28 I'm boarding another plane
No one believes your version
Crocodile tears stain your Lacoste polo

My mind is a squatter being evicted
I lost the keys, I broke the lock
I never write when I'm having a lazy day
You can't beat Cup Head with a blindfold on

I lost faith
I swear I tried
But then I saw an influencer talking about Flaubert
And she had taken a photo with the book upside down

Cross on my earring, cap and sneakers
I build the Empire State with Tangram pieces
I review comments leaning on the railing
And start from the end like reading a manga

Adding up by threes like Scottie
Climbing Rocky's stairs
Be careful not to disrespect John Gotti
Scared cats don't enter Joe Exotic's house

I play as a team
I turn off that fire emoji
You scared me and I still have the hiccups
Blaming my insomnia on the mosquito's flight

Heartbeats sound on my radio
Lenny Belardo
There are a thousand secrets in Leonardo's workshop
If I don't have it, I'm not bothered
If I have it, I share it

The world already shows its scar
The thief doesn't think of anyone while collecting the loot
Does the foreigner who arrived in your country bother you?
But you forget it when Benzema scores a hat-trick

They throw me by decree
The smartest bear knows how to dodge the trap
I give my life for my relatives
Like a Capulet facing a Montague

The hurricane blinks
They ask me about songs I'll never listen to
They ask me how much Ivan Morant charges for a tattoo
They ask for a greeting they'll forget

The hurricane blinks
They ask me about battles I'll never see
They ask if I'll go out with my girlfriend on Instagram
And they drain my energy like the ball in Space Jam

The earthquake is felt
I analyze my enemy and I'm not so different
When I'm embraced by her, I float over limbo
And a van takes the shape of the Hilton

I don't bury the weapons
If I compose a bolero, they ask for more samba
If I speed up my raps, they ask for more calm
I'm a damn bastard looking for Hans Landa

I don't want to hear empty conversations
Over the bar counter
So don't come talk to me
If you're not going to give me what Facundo Cabral would

This week fatigue has defeated me
I feel like I've lost half my life
But I recover because there's a game this afternoon
And I sit next to my father, belly full of crumbs

Another notification, I grab the phone with Rouge's anxiety
Her hateful words can't hurt me anymore
Because I think it's an account
That has only posted two tweets

I must be getting older
As soon as I enter the club, I'm looking for a seat
I don't record the flares in the rum bottle
I jot down phrases for another song on my phone

I travel on Pegasus' back
And even with the world at my feet, I fear failure
I sleep with one eye open just in case
My last drop of blood ends up overflowing the glass

Knock knock, I'm Jack
Did you feel the axe?
Or did you leave the cage open just a foot away from the Great White?
They want me to respond to those classless rappers
I give them my Bizum account, it's 14000 per line