[Intro: Noyz Narcos]
A'ight check it
Ah ah, skinny, oh oh
Aaah, eoh

[Verse 1: Noyz Narcos]
I have to pump this shit up to explain this shit to assholes like you, you need Noyz's new album
It goes right to your head like crystal meth
Call a lawyer on the track until the last mic check
I should get back in the neighborhood to show you how it's done
In a conference with my black hoodie in Rome's forum
I fill up a cart, the judge slams his hammer
Noyz is a guilty bitch, in my dreams I die as filthy rich
O. J., high five if you're here
Give me a call from the street
Rapping on my balcony as if I were the Pope (Skinny)
The smokes gets out a span-long joint
Coming back, bro, welcome to the jungle
White zombie stands up, Monte Sacro, for the annual massacre
Hooded bitches at the funeral under the Quirinale
Sine drops bomb since 2000, you get slapped in the face
Wait in line for another track
It's Narcos rap, Salmo, whoever wants to test it is welcome
If you invite me to a wedding, don't ever greet me again
After I slaughter your entire backstage
I know you don't like my attitude, I kiss you and goodbye
War in my head, my head is made for war against these subhumans
You give some shit to them and they clap their hands
From sunset to sunrise, when the sun tears apart the sky
You still think about these two's skull

[Hook: Noyz Narcos]
Until the last mic check
I'll wait for the end on the top of an iceberg
You wake up in the morning with your head on the airbag
Hear this and then shoot yourself on Direct
Until the last mic check
I'll wait for the end on the top of an iceberg
You wake up in the morning with your head on the airbag
Hear this and then shoot yourself on Direct

[Verse 2: Salmo]
Give me all the payment
No Salmo, no party
Charles Manson told me
Who beats me, nobody
I beat the check with a nail, under the speaker with a nail
These rappers, 24/7, are just forks in the soup
All high, all boiled, I smoke these, I lose conscience
I just made it, I just spent it
Molester flow, Kevin Spacey
Raw like diamonds, when you look against the light you can see through
Skinny, we're like rolling stones in the Death Valley
I'm always obsessed with this shit, day by day (ay)
If you call me with the prefix, bro, use 666 (ay)
I want to put a hole in your head like JFK (ay)
My mic is a crucifix and it shoots *pam, pam, pam*
Salmo is the name, brother you know it
I'm a visionary like Kuniyoshi
My religion is like "Take the money and get out"
A Jesus Christ on my neck, 24 K
Under this grey-chrome sky
I wear yellow hoodies, I want to show off
These guys don't know that the style's a gift
Nice shirt, do they have a man version?
I'm down with double N
We burn these flowers like witches in Salem
Until the heart doesn't fade away
Remember, these bitches died as legends

[Hook: Noyz Narcos]
Until the last mic check
I'll wait for the end on the top of an iceberg
You wake up in the morning with your head on the airbag
Hear this and then shoot yourself on Direct
Until the last mic check
I'll wait for the end on the top of an iceberg
You wake up in the morning with your head on the airbag
Hear this and then shoot yourself on Direct