KAARIS Cigarette SCH English lyrics

Intro :
Yoshi on the track, bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ris-Kaa, ris-Kaa, ris-Kaa, ris-Kaa

Chorus (Kaaris) :
You’re dead, you’re dead like the guy on my pack of cigarette (X4)
Machine machine-gun (sku sku), direct, directly to your head (sku sku)
Pay your debts or else you’re dead (bitch) like the guy on my pack of cigarette
Machine machine-gun (sku sku), direct, directly to your head (sku sku)
Pay your debts or else you’re dead (bitch) like the guy on my pack of cigarette

1st verse (Kaaris) :
The menace comes at you from the sky (hey), the bad news has wings (hey)
In order to stop a bad guy with a big gun, all you need is a good guy with a big gun
Pillow on your cheek in order to cover up the noise of the Russian Tokarev
Or I put the pillow under your knee, you gotta be at ease when you suck my dick
And there’s no right time, fuck the cuckoo clock, I stash my products at the hide out
The baby falls asleep, I clean my toy, I put a stack in her jacket
It smells of smoke deep down in my cave, you got pubic hair deep down in your throat
I’m the Prince and I’m the Kind and you drink from my finger bowl
Hey, 9.3, 11.43, in your ass faggot
As soon as she sees me, she tells herself :It will never fit in”
Some pure coke, brand new nines, that’s the profits from this fucking dope spot
99.99.57, my inmate number

2nd verse (Sch) :
I’m smoking a cigarette, I’m thinking on all the things I’m gonna do to rip your head off
I’m turning in circles like a guy that got sentenced to a double digits prison sentence, waiting for his phone call
My shoes are shinning like a disco ball, violent music, we fuck the party up
We fuck shit up, we only care about the profits, we leave a hole in your abdomen and a hole in the SACEM
You’re a transsexual, in all modesty, I’m a penalty kick during the aggravated assault
I wanted to smoke my teacher, I thank God for still being alive after everything that I’ve been through
I rap a little I do a lot of politics, you’re al little too confident in your Gucci track suit
The Glock is too fat to wear a fitted shirt, I sleep soundly and on my tools
365 pissed off, my watch won’t lose a euro in value
365 on your mother, oversize like your ego
I don’t give a fuck anymore, I put my hatred (??), so little but so big, just like this fucking globe
I don’t give a fuck anymore, I don’t care, I’ll smoke them like a little cigarette