Olly Vincent
A Natale Puoi

Santa Claus tricked me: 2 years ago I explicitly asked him for a beautiful girl, busty, with an IQ of 159, full of money. On Christmas morning, I happily go to the living room, highly excited, but under the tree, I find a letter: "Dear Little Horn, I'm sorry, but at the moment I was placing your gift under the tree, I realized how stunning she was and took her to Mauritius. Probably, while you're reading this letter, I'm making love to this splendid Venus. Best wishes, your Santa Claus."

BOOOOOM!!!!

Dante's infernal punishment: stuck in a car with a guy I hate, but who still goes out with us. Olly Vincent blasting.  

KA-BOOOOM!!!!! 

Olly also got tricked by the old man and, pissed off beyond belief with the world, decides to unleash the most powerful weapon ever: giving life to the song “A Natale Puoi”. Yes, on December 25th, you can do anything, even create a weapon of mass destruction. But there’s more because this song embodies all the hatred and disdain for the human race. A product whose only function is TO ANNIHILATE ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Calmly: some people like this stuff. Yep. Hand over the weapons: We gotta fight the power. Now, before it spreads. It has already taken hold of my pseudo-friends’ brains: reluctantly, I had to take the knife and kill those I called pseudo-brothers and sisters just before. They begged me to spare their lives, but the contagion had already destroyed them internally. It was either me or them: Darwnin full throttle.

Olly merges rap and exquisite pop into a single piece, flaunting an enviable flow and rhythm, within a text of incredible depth. That’s how he tricks you. Yes, exactly you, yes you with the goofy face, you’re tricked, now.

And maybe I am too: I have a slut here with me; she says she loves me, but I think she only loves my money and my name: Little Horn. Yes, I hear it echoing in these streets, this my damn name. The city needs someone to save it from pure evil: hand over the weapons.

Jesus could stop all this, but we know, the night of the 24th is only Bethlehem Disco Night: the best DJs in the world and the crème de la crème of the universe. The morning of the 25th, he’s in a terrible post-rave state. Yes, I understand, especially after all my devastating Saturday nights. No, I can't disturb good Jesus: this is a battle that falls on us. Hand over the AK-47s, then, because if there’s killing to be done, we will kill. War is no longer a nightmare but a solid reality.

Am I blasphemous? Not funny? Scary? Hopefully, yes. Label me not only as the cancer of this site but as the cancer of humanity. I remain, in fact, your only hero(error), without a "take it or leave it". There’s only taking. Hand over the weapons, then, Olly Vincent is back, and this time really pissed off. However, I'm THREE TIMES AS PISSED OFF, DAMN THIEF! AND YOU?