Jueves 15 (part. Fiucher y Naiky)

Fucking idiots, let’s keep it short, they killed a cop
For now, it’s life in prison for all three
I’ll give each of you a minute to explain what happened
And tell me who the hell did it

It all started at a party
A few drinks, some buddies
They passed me a jug, I drank it without a problem
I started feeling dizzy, can’t remember the scene
Now after sleeping a bit, I woke up on the sidewalk
My head was pounding and, damn, I was missing an arm
I was bleeding a lot and quickly flagged down a cab
On the way to the hospital, I saw two drunks running
With a lot of blood on their clothes and one had my arm
It was Naiky and Fiucher, I’d never seen them so high
But two plus two is four, these guys had cut me up
I pulled the driver out of the car, went straight to run them over
But I missed by a meter and smashed the whole place next door
Naiky came at me and pulled me out of the car
He was using my arm as a bat to hit me, that crazy guy
A cop showed up and shot Naiky in the shoulder
That’s how he fell among the rubble, bleeding and paralyzed
Fiucher, all this time, was hiding behind the wall
With an emergency axe, the cop didn’t see him
When he got close to cuff us, Fiucher came out fearless
He buried the axe in his head, short, it was his fault

No, that’s not how it went down, officer, I know Wolty’s lying (uh-huh)
When I got to the party, he was already wasted
He was with thugs juggling machetes
And I was cracking up, always a new story
But suddenly they shared a drink with me
I started feeling weird, didn’t seem like booze
I see Fiu next to me, he was really messed up
So I grabbed him by the shoulder and took him to another spot
We walked 10 meters to the side of a lake
As soon as we got to the water, Fiucher dove in
The water wasn’t deep, that’s why he hit his head
And suddenly next to him, I can see an arm floating
I yelled: Grab it, someone must be looking for it
We were messed up, tripping and started to freak out
Things got really weird, I looked him in the face and said: Let’s run
As soon as we crossed the street, a taxi was coming, but it looked like it was gonna hit us
It crashed next to us and we looked on in shock
It was Wolty driving and I pulled him from the wreckage
I was giving him my arm and felt a bullet in my shoulder
Fiucher gave the axe to Wolty, and Wolty caused this mess

Don’t come at me with any bullshit
These two are tripping, it wasn’t like that
I went to chill at a party somewhere
I was more than high, yeah, but just from weed
I went for a stroll, more than chill
I didn’t even see Wolty, the one I did see was Naiky
He was really into some Yankee trap
With a jug in hand saying: This ain’t coke, dude

He offered me from that jug and I said: No thanks
It looked sketchy, like it had some substance
He said: Let’s go in the back, I wanna throw up
And without hesitating, he spilled it all over the floor

I laughed so hard I fell into a ditch
There was a rock and I swear I didn’t hit my face
I got up soaked, dizzy, never fake
And Wolty running without an arm, like he was about to reach the finish line

We walked a few blocks, feeling lazy and unmotivated
And a taxi almost hit us, damn your sister!
A cop showed up and shot Nicolino
But before that, he axed his head, cut down a tree

They convinced me, all three are right
Sergeant (yes, sir)
Lock all three of them up
And let them rot