[Intro] “Direct deal, skip the fee?” the classic line, Italy’s a circus, but the tent is mine. Every fool with a smile thinks they cut my slice, but the bill comes due, and you pay it twice. [Hook] Step – step – sign – line, shake – hand – fake – time. Cash in the pocket but you cut my slice, fuck around once / get crucified twice. [Verse 1] Walk in my office with espresso breath, cheap tie strangled, perfume of debt. “Maybe call the owner, skip the toll?” That’s like digging a grave with your own payroll. I tattoo your greed in black ink scars, every clause is a bullet in a legal war. You Google “how to cheat,” bless that brain, but I screenshot proof, notarized in pain. Screenshots loaded like a pistol cocked, contract’s chambered, your scam gets blocked. Try to slip past, but the law won’t bend, every clause I write is the means to your end. [Hook] Step – step – sign – line, shake – hand – fake – time. Cash in the pocket but you cut my slice, fuck around once — get crucified twice. [Verse 2] You scribble sly notes, “save the cash, skip commission,” but I carve those words with a surgeon’s precision. Article after article, corpse on the stand, Codice Civile writes the law in hand. You text the seller like a thief at night, but the screenshots flash, flood your lies with light. Notaio bangs wood like a priest in mass, your deal dies quick in a coffin of glass. Contracts weigh heavy, every page a stone, I detonate the clause where your fraud got sown. You brag Monopoly tricks with dice in hand, but I flip the board, send you straight to the stand. Whisper “direct,” but the cut still bleeds, ledger’s black ink feeds on your deeds. Every shortcut’s a rope, every plan a scam, I’ll invoice your coffin / signed, sealed, stamped. [Hook] Step – step – sign – line, shake – hand – fake – time. Cash in the pocket but you cut my slice, fuck around once / get crucified twice. [Verse 3] You brag at the bar, “beat the broker clean,” but your tale’s just a corpse in a guillotine. Flex fake wins with your drink in hand, but your mugshot hangs in the blacklist stand. Fraud face framed in a gallery of shame, every portrait hung wears the same dumb name. You saved no money, just bought a rope, legal fees climb while you choke, choke, choke. Clowns rehearse tricks like a rerun show, I’ve buried a thousand — you’re the next I’ll throw. So salute to the wise who respect the game, the rest rot broke with a rented name. [Bridge] Don’t cut! Don’t steal! Blood on the contract, ink is real. Try to run, try to hide, you sign your death when the papers collide. [Hook] Step – step – sign – line, shake – hand – fake – time. Cash in the pocket but you cut my slice, fuck around once / get crucified twice. [Outro] Yeah… “direct deal" huh? Skip the fee? Rest in pieces, dumb fuck this commission’s guaranteed. © 2025 - skvadMC
