Tou atrasade 13 anos, mas finalmente encontrei um verso que me inspirou a escrever algo mais cru e visceral esses dias:
(A original é do mané do Kanye West e é a parte da Nicki Minaj em "Monster", o poder dessa letra, daaaaaaaamn)
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangstaWith a bad bitch that came from Sri LankaYeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy WonkaYou could be the king, but watch the queen conquerOkay, first things first, I'll eat your brainsThen I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster doHair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'doMonster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoeYoung Money is the roster and a monster crewAnd I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny faceAnd if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain'tSo let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?But my features and my shows ten times your pay?50K for a verse, no album outYeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb itHotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violentTony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine itNicki on them titties when I sign itThat's how these niggas so one-track-mindedBut really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake""She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecakeAnd I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's playJust killed another career, it's a mild dayBesides, Ye, they can't stand besides meI think me, you, and Am' should ménage FridayPink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplashI think big, get cash, make 'em blink fastNow look at what you just saw, this is what you live forAh, I'm a motherfuckin' monster