So we can fuck him in english... - Paco Rabanne

Once upon a time in the world of April,
Just was on the fuck this old friend of this meal,
You know what I'm meaning grapes before harvesting.
Alien residents his country were stealing !
So many people from everywhere in the world,
So strange and dangerous, what's that in his own hole ?
Musulmans, Serbs, Chinese, which bring their difference
In his glorious nation which bring the name of France.
And so he begins his little fucking show :

"I'm not in happy mood ! Today France is well low !
I was crossing the street and a mongrel gazed to me.
Affraid by all the stuff he would steal probably,
I took my gun and shoot in this odd colour of skin.
Nothing for you today and minus mixed fruits juice.
He had dirtied our skin, he has dirtied our roads,
He is born like rubbish, like rubbish he is killed.
Everyone knows this rules : a French is someone white.
The white is our people and nothing is more high.
Even our poor language is destructed by them
J'te kiffe salope ta mère and that's always the same.
But maybe it is worst, they don't wear the French clothes.
They trust in others gods and make this act develop.
Our perfect language, our perfect religion,
Our perfect colour and our perfect nation.
Against this people to go back them to home,
I will walk in the streets till they respect kingdoms !"

So this stupid fucker carrying the banner
Was shouting his hatred like a big fat hunter
When he received a sword, targeted to his hearth
By a French normal guy, and that's in his last breath
That he discovers that no one trust in nation,
Especially his one and above religion.[/i]

Gloire à toi, Paco! Gloire au poulet frit! Paco Rabanne is bonnard and is bonheur!

avez-vous compris quelque chose au message caché qu'il contient, moi rien du tout... je trouve ça vraiment compliqué cette fois-ci, je pense que je vais lâchement me résigner à visiter un site personnalisé cette fois-ci. B6 mais non, je déconne, y en a pas

c'est pas très gentil cette chanson !

qui l'a écrite ?