Rap da Roça

Ohohoh...
Ohohoh...
Ohohoh...
Shit...

Garbage,
I stepped on the plastic potty my grandma gave me again
Another day in this damn existence in this cursed backcountry...

- Zé Firminino, are you sleeping?
- Oh, it's my annoying boss.
- I'm not sleeping, sir, do you need something???
- It's nothing, I just wanted to make a rhyme.

- Make a rhyme... This guy thinks we're fools, but I'll show him I'm not a fool. I can even do rap.

This rap was made on top of a cart
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap
This rap was made on top of a cart
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap

My name is Zé Firmino, son of the soldier
Who forcibly took the crazy lady from the mansion

I grew up without drinking Toddy, never rode a Velotror
I didn't drink emulsion scotch, didn't take Carcigenor

I grew up in suffering, misery surrounded me
I started planting onions, hoping things would get better

But the drought killed everything
I tried to raise chickens
The kids jumped the fence and ate my chicks
- What a shame, boy
And they didn't even use condoms...

I planted my hand on a guy who was the mayor's son
The police beat me inside out and outside in
- Oh my

I tried to plant cassava in the mulatto's land
She looked at my little plants and told me to plant potatoes

I thought, life is tough,
Planting is not my thing. And I'm gonna change...
I went to the Quixadá backcountry.
- Zé... Zé...

But this rap was made on top of a cart
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap
But this rap was made on top of a cart
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap

I went to work on a coroner's farm
The guy was weird, he made me his woman!
- Oh

I did my duties, was a good housewife
But the guy's imagination took flight

He asked for a French kiss,
- For us...
but I didn't give...

Because this rap was made on top of a cart
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap
I wrote this rap in the middle of my shack
Doesn't say anything at all, it's a country rap

There was a fight in the city with a guy named Lampião
I decided to become one of the worst gunmen in this backcountry.

In the first ambush, to show how bad I was
I saw Zé das Lacraia, I shot him with a rifle

The boy fell dead, stiff in the middle of the woods
He died all stiff because he had high blood pressure.
- Oh my, what a shame
- But I wasn't a very bad guy after all

I changed the shotgun's load, used delicious bullets
Dona Emengarda came with a basket of sausages
I shot her right in the skeletal back
The old lady fell dead because she was diabetic

- You're really bad, Zé...
- Oh, didn't I have diabetic bullets!?