Kaaris - Talsadoum/Double Fuck (English Lyrics)

Talsadoum

Unique verse :
The dick is hard, the palm is hard
You can now be sure that the coke is pure
Bullets start flying, guess what happens to you
AK-47, we’re ready
Wanted like a swallow’s nest
I’m on the bed, right in front of your butthole
Close your thigh gap, yeah that’s it, cover yourself up
All I have to say is “Open Sesame !”
You seem suprised like a Lemur
It all finishes like in a Sakespearean drama
I spot you, I grab my weapon in the blink of an eye
I murder you, I get a myself a tear drop tatooe
Talsadoum
As soon as I come trough, cameras start zooming in
Turban, ak-47 and down jacket
Paranoid like a Pashtun
They’re all a bunch of bitches, I’ve got an overview
They start to moist in their g strings, It makes them shiver all night long
You want to battle me, or so I’ve heard
Who do you think you are ?
Keep, keep on talking
Opening your ass hole
You’re weird like unpure dope
Like a slut that wants to setlle down
I make money and wordplays
I’m straigth rallying, I’ll knock you down
Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier
I was nicknamed “Double Rotor”
We were hung and tossed away like trash
Black security gard in front of Ed supermarket
Before we were their slaves
And now we assure their security
Those who disagree can stay in their corner
Their buttholes get satured during rush hour
Avoid puffing too hard on my joint
You can get yourself in trouble like a pedophile
Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton
Don’t talk to me about love, it’s bullshit
I’d rather get stung by a scorpion
Than from that son of a bitch Cupid
The headrest relaxes me, I’m thinking about the futur
You’re masturbating, you can feel it coming
Nigth vision, directional headlights
I’m in the kitchen, traditional stove
I’m in the coupe, I’ll reach in no time
wind, hail, rain, sleet
I’m always hardcore, even when I sober up
I spit on the freshly unmolded cake
New school, nobody battle raps anymore
Open your ass, just shut the fuck up
My niggas aren’t fucking around this time
The Alabama days are over
2.7.Z.E.R.O Gang
The heat from the Big Bang
Cocaine and crack in my sleigh
Catch me in the V12, bruh

Double fuck :

Intro :
Hey, what’s up ?
Hey, what’s up ?
What’s up ?
2-7, Therapy
K Double Rotor
Double Fuck
Argh

Unique verse :
Bring me a pussy that smells good
Milady, Moët & Chandon
Bring me one of those Hookah bar bitches, right away right away, I’ll have four of them, like my hustlers
Mangusta on Timor island, I take a look across the port and starboard sides
Take my shit or get the fuck out of here you bastard, before you attract the cops
I’ll fuck them doggy style in broad day light on the market place, on a sunday morning
Petrossian caviar and Philip Plein, The Brink’s Job
I’m a wild beast, they can’t figure out in wich category to box me in
Get my niggas out of prison or else they’ll radicalise themselves
Houdini in meditation mode, head job while levitating
It’s either I make easy money or I end up in a psychiatric hospital, forget about my education
You’re just as hot as you are empty headed, so I can easily play you
I swear to god if I fuck you from the back you won’t get pregnant
A lot of little chumps like you already tried to step up to the big bear of the 2-7
The outcome of it : a pile of little skelettons
You little asshole, you think you’ll make it in life just because you sucked on your daddy’s dick
You better ask Hugh Hefner for advice
I shit on the throne, you’re having sex with my clone
I’m feasting on a T-bone the size of your ass, I strike like a drone over Irak
I’m building my brand, have you ever seen a peaceful OG ?
To me you’re nothing more than a walking pussy hole
Who the fuck told you we where easy ? Huh ? Who told you we where easy ?
As soon as we arrive people get unconfortable, The Ivory coast is in my blood
Desert eagle, jacketed bullet added to my shopping cart
I’ll make people swallow their words, I won’t go easy I’ll add you to the charnel house
You shit yourself as soon as you see us in concert, we fire at you guys like at empty cans
If I’m not the last man standing on the ring, may french rap hang me with it’s G string