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Fabri Fibra "Spara al Diavolo" lírica

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Intorno al tavolo stampano il denaro spara al diavolo ed è tutto più chiaro,il mondo è in mano a qualcuno che ci controlla e ci spazza via vorrei che fosse in mano mia (x2)

Muti più punti io di Putin urti come dell'Utri pecore in mezzo ai lupi sputi merda e rifiuti datemi i contenuti dividimi in 7 reti tra no beep e divieti l'asino è cornuto secondo il bue due ragazze diciottenni sugli U2 quanti sono i capi di stato?,due,sono più discusso della P2 prova il triangolo con l'occhio al centro fa figo e va di moda tanta roba come La Piovra negli anni ottanta in tv solo che adesso molta gente non canta più va diretta in Parlamento parla meno gira col cellulare spento nell'auto blu e quando guardo Santoro da quassù non mi passa più

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Panico esco da un trauma carico mi hanno operato ora il cervello bio-meccanico domandami prego accetto accedo in qualcosa eccedo tipo al buio ci vedo,tipo leggo nel pensiero entro nella tua mente rubo idee e procedo nella testa c'è un demone che appare e dice come in un film porno l'attrice dimmi che cazzo fare parto come in sala insana aria in Italia rituali tagli ritagli rital ti vuoi calmare al mare andare oggi costa il triplo tipo minibar il mio avatar in vacanza al posto mio ora sei padre ok ma non sei Padre Pio ma da piccolo mi hanno legato e molestato a te da piccolo ti hanno regalato un motoscafo

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Venerate la Madonna industria con il Dio denaro gente venerate mi taglio le vene per pagare le rate vene e rate gente meditate gli scarti della società senza lavoro siamo scarti della società conoscerai tra poco tempo la verità amico la realtà si infrange è un bambino torturato che piange,non è mai troppo la rima perfetta è un cerchio con la croce sotto la vita perfetta gira a novanta un doppio otto la strada,il compasso,la squadra il complotto i simboli invecchiati specchiati i capitali vari gli avari i peccati capitali pittogrammi sopra noi le stelle e schede SIM Salabim sotto la mia pelle inviano i dati

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CHORUS:
Around the table they are printing money, / shoot at the devil, and everything'll be clearer; / the world is dominated by someone who controls us / and sweep us away. / I wish it were dominated by me.

VERSE 1:
Silent; / I've got more dots than Putin / bumps like D. U. / sheep surrounded by wolfs, / you spit shit and waste, / gimme the contents, / divide me into 7 nets / between "no, beep" and bans. / The donkey is horned / according to the ox - / 2 eighteen-year-old girls on the U2; / how many are Italian Presidents? 2; / I am more discussed than the P2. / Try / the triangle with the eye in the middle: / it's cool and very fashion: / much stuff, / like "The Octopus" in the 80s on the TV; / but now many people don't sing anymore: / they go straight to the Parliament, / they speak less, / they keep the mobile-phone turned off into the Ministerial car, / and when I watch Santoro / from up here, / there's no end to it!

CHORUS:
Around the table they are printing money, / shoot at the devil, and everything'll be clearer; / the world is dominated by someone who controls us / and sweep us away. / I wish it were dominated by me.

VERSE 2:
Panic: / I go out of a head injury: / they operated me - / Now my brain is biomechanical: / ask me "please", / I accept, / I get, / in doing something I exceed / like in the darkness I see; / I can read your mind: / I go into your mind, / I steal ideas and I go on - / Inside my head there's a demon / which appears saying / like a pornstar: / "tell me what the fuck I've to do". / I'll start like inside a hall, / unhealthy Italian air, / rituals, / press clipping, / cuts, / Rital: / but take it easy! / Nowadays going to the seaside / costs 3 times as much / like the minibar. / My avatar is on holiday in place of me: / now you are father, ok, / but you're not Padre Pio. / When I was a child / I was tortured and molested: / when you were a child / you got as a gift a motorboat.

CHORUS:
Around the table they are printing money, / shoot at the devil, and everything'll be clearer; / the world is dominated by someone who controls us / and sweep us away. / I wish it were dominated by me.

VERSE 3:
Worship / the Virgin Industry / together with the God Money, / people, worship, / I slash my wrists / to pay the installments: / veins and installments, / people, think about it. / Rejects of a company: / without a job we are rejects of the society - / you'll know in a short time the truth: / brother, the reality is collapsing: / it's a tortured baby who's crying. / It is never too much: / the perfect rhyme is a circle with a cross at the bottom: / the perfect life goes round - a double "8": / the street, / the compasses, / the team, / the plotting - / the mirrored ancient symbols, / the various capitals, / the misers, / the deadly sins - / the pictograms over us, / the stars, / the SIM-salabim-cards under my skin / are sending data.

CHORUS:
Around the table they are printing money, / shoot at the devil, and everything'll be clearer; / the world is dominated by someone who controls us / and sweep us away. / I wish it were dominated by me.