Click Clack Bum (feat. Nog e Spinardi)

Kill
Lately everything I do, redo, in the end I feel irritated
Opinions will only be accepted if they come with fries
This shit I write, describe, dare to be influencing lives
Damn, I'm thinking of pulling out a Glock and shooting myself in the head while watching Mundo Bita
I wake up and they tell me: Rime, Kant, don't discourage me
Where's your BMW? Where's your Supreme?
After the DMC, you don't reply in the DM, you already have a Lamborghini
On Insta you have 1M, have you won a Grammy?
Kant, my girl doesn't moan, I want a child like Tyler, can you lend me your semen?
Kant, you remind me of Eminem, do you know? No
I'm about to commit a crime
If I talk about it, man, I don't lie
I print your apology, ready, dizzy
Didn't like the verse, vent to my dick
Honestly, I dropped a quarter
Hell is already my fifth
Okay, I make vodka from red wine
I leave with an AK, just with H
Looking for a comfortable place where I can be extinct

Kill, you didn't even see
Click, clack, boom
No diversion, not a peep (Shhh)
Click, clack, boom
Kill, you didn't even see
Click, clack, boom
No diversion, not a peep (Shhh)
Click, clack, boom

Yo, uh, oh (oh there, huh?)
It's meant to come without mercy, you understand? Oh
It's like taking a sip from a glass of glass powder
Dangerous like giving a paintball gun
To a monkey after he drinks five, six Skol beers
No, wait, if I tell my story
I'll tell you that I'm at my peak now
In my memory
There are things that if I let myself go, just thinking about it, I know the devil already enjoys
They're chemicals, comma, pill, etc
Everything that needs to be altered
To then arrive the next day
And see your mother's face saying: my son, how are you?
With the police, you'll hate it
You'll have to hide, so as not to be detected
Or you'll have to ingest, you'll have to try
Then die if you don't defecate, woah
My God, thank God I survived
At the height of my twenties (amen), bordering on the ICU
And she knows she keeps me firm when she takes off her bikini
It looks like a movie scene when she shakes her ass
Don't stop or it depresses, fucks like a motherfucker
Fucks, fu-fucks, fu-fu-fucks like a motherfucker
I know I'm sick, it's an addiction, my dick goes crazy
And rapping is hard with these second-rate rhymes
Tell your friends about these shitty rhymes
If you want to mess with me, it's like Mission Impossible (uh!)
Ma-ma-machine of verses, I'm an animal
(Ta-ta-ta) take my egg here, the evil eye that sucks dick
SP capital, only hot kids
Sorry, don't feel bad with this brain damage
I know I'm abnormal, just to close the end
Kant, man, I warned I was going to commit a crime

Kill, you didn't even see
Click, clack, boom
No diversion, not a peep (shh)
Click, clack, boom

Look, last of the song again
I tell the news, those who listen aren't fools
And to tell the truth, in the hard skill
That comes from charity in the city, where the eye burns
I'll tell you the truth, you know half?
I confess that I'm old and I'm new
And, man, I'm surprised that you're surprised, why are you still
Oh, it's going to be a mess, okay (ah)
They say it's outdated to sing speed flow, but it's not quite like that
Because outdated is to hear in your lyrics again and again just talking about lean
Crazy indeed with the wizard's cover, I used the word to make money alone
Happy and in pain, now you know why I prefer to show off love
Take a sip of the poison that the raven's beak serves you in the ditch
Problem hit, depends on the degree of the problem and I assure you the worm doesn't jump on the bullet
Fuck PM, fuck the president you voted for, shove the pans up your ass
Today my suit is expensive, but I put my face with the straw suit
(Haikaiss) for rap is rarity, many omitted this truth
Poor thing, you know, empty head, Bolsonaro's workshop
The ceiling that hides me doesn't save me, I'm Capricorn, notorious my faith
Because, in practice, same tactic, ah, if you're not aware, you weren't on the track
Just talk, kid, so it spreads, then watch your words, my buddy, don't call it dirty
Don't call dirty who used to work with their hands in the mud, fuck your fame
I know calm sea never made you a good sailor, friend
Short walk, okay, never made you a wanderer.