Hai Rotto il Cazzo
J-Ax (Italiano)
You Broke My Balls
This goes out to all those who
Say "you suck"
Who judge the record
Without having heard it
To all those who don't find
My language appropriate
Our message is
You broke my balls!
At the park where I go
No one smokes joints anymore
They aim to become new moms
With breasts full of milk
And the kids dry me up
With questions like
Is he that man who swears?
Yes, and get out of my way
Swearing has two faces
Like balls I can sing them
Play basketball
Or smash them
Or think about them secretly
There was a car stopped at the red light
They rear-end it
A hot chick gets out
Sorry if I came on you!
You say viral content
I think of gonorrhea
Interim work
Intestinal, diarrhea
You watch porn today
It gives reason to the priest
With HD and 3D
You go blind from jerking off
Thanks anyway
I'm going to talk
To Pope Francis
My words are the same for everyone
Pope, trans and escorts
They're good for the politician
And they're good for the rappers
Even for me
You know how many people would tell me
You know what
That you're good at talking but
After a while
You broke my balls!
And that I'm even listening to you but
After a while
You broke my balls!
Rock is blasphemy
Rap is misogyny
Apology
Out of my house
Oh my God
You broke my balls
Capitalism and God
Nice uncle
I only eat organic
I pay for everything, my son
You broke my balls
Kids, it's like when you draw
The color of poop is the same
As that of chocolates
So there are cops
And then there are policemen
They're dressed the same but the first ones are corrupt
And then there are fake messiahs
And fake disciples
People without honor
Here they call them honorable
I brought chocolates to party
Chocolates that I took
From Bruno Vespa's face
The real swear words are
Italicum, porcellum, IMU
Equitalia, broad agreements
And government crisis
And I couldn't imagine anything dirtier
Than Merkel sucking my gross domestic product
Come on, let's not give ourselves blowjobs
Like D'Annunzio
Whoever pisses me off
I throw off the cliff
It's not about the language
What offends me
Are people paid to do nothing
You know what
That you're good at talking but
After a while
You broke my balls!
And that I'm even listening to you but
After a while
You broke my balls!
It takes sobriety, austerity
But you act like a pasha
With immunity and impunity
You broke my balls
You're with the occupied workers
But you don't go there
When you sign online petitions
You broke my balls
For those who use these words I justify murder
Extended family, equal airtime
Femicide
Elected by the people, populism
Tweet me, tag me, add me
You piss me off like a mole
With your neologism
While they screw us over with the excuse of the spread
And you dress like an idiot with the excuse of swag
You buy streetwear
At Chanel prices
While you write stay calm with the hashtag
You know what
That you're good at talking but
After a while
You broke my balls!
And that I'm even listening to you but
After a while
You broke my balls!
I come with the flow, hey bro
I break it down, I'm hip hop
Sweet rhymes, after a while
You broke my balls
You arrive with the van, bodyguard
Lots of 12-year-old fans
And with the featuring of Ax
You broke my balls!