[Sample from "Un Petit Baiser" by Gillian Hills]:
(Da la la la la)
(Un petit baiser pour moi)
(Da la la la la)
(Un petit baiser pour moi)
(Da la la la la)
(Un gentil baiser pour nous)

(Da la la la la)
(Un baiser pour ton amour) [x4]

It ain't fun
Unless it hurts some
But y'all couldn't pull a trigger on a squirt-gun
Black eyes and loose teeth
Killing all your sons like Lou Reed
I'm vicious
Hit you with a flower
Smash your grill with a daffodil
And every motherfucker that be actin' ill
Use a sledgehammer just to smash a pill

I chop lines with a hatchet
It's why they call me "Acid"
But keep my name off your tongue
'Cause I've been known to go off in a rage
And do it in cold blood
Like Capote
Hand me the pipe so I can smoke peyote
'Til I start seeing blue coyotes
Until I come up with a new emoji
The slit throat
'Cause life's a sick joke
That's why I smoke cigs and sniff coke
I saw you at the disco
You tried to grab the microphone but your wrist broke
That's my two cents
Don't you give up on your rhymes for Lent
Before I grab a wrench
And hit you upside the head 'til you speak French
(Da la la la la)
(Un baiser pour ton amour)

[Sample from "Qui Sème le Vent Récolte le Tempo" by MC Solaar]