Verse 1
I arrivewith smoke in eyes in a scoundrel mode
I'm gonnamaketheirmothersgenerousasMother Teresa
TimetorollaSpliff,tellmewhof**ed them
I escapedspeed asFerrara/
Mop up,roll upintheCreuseinthearma fewkilo
I managetosellthedosesina fewturns
Sailingonaboat,IFlush: 9toKing
Arrivingas ifI wereFARCor fromLevallois/
YouknowtoowellasI'mstrong,Isaymanytimes
I'mfrom those that were hanging around the parks,kid I was like twenty you
I could have beenapillarbarbut gotanotherjob
Sell someCarambar,make the punchlines are hard/
See howthe leatherissoft,thewordisgolden
Phrasingishardasa loadofbeef
Astheleatherissoft.Rasissweetwiththe girls
Especiallywhenitsas** story /
Chorus
Sce-sce-scelerat, you can call me Scelerat
Sce-sce-scelerat, you can call me Sceleras
Ras, Ras ... Scelerat, Sceleras, Ras
Verse 2
You can lick my feet, you'll feel the high
I can let a b**h palpate me but not a dirty cop
When I make fresh encounters, they broke their co*ks
So I raise this gla** to yours, like Bob, my men, I sponged /
The attraction of the day, eat fast, well, like some “petits-fours”
They always will clash but say nothing in their speeches
If I had to bet all or to wait that my turn comes
I would write an entire book and I would have the “Prix Goncourt” /
Run as you can bro
You speak about BMW but I only see your Deux-chevaux (Citroen 2CV)
Run... It's like the Tortoise and the Hare
You think ya gonna win, I've smoked you as a cigarette /