This is a french rap song by a small new group of French vegan anarchists.

Here is an approximate translation of the lyrics, thanks to a comrade on /r/vegananarchism:

call me extremist, ex-specist

who draw/write those true lines, let me clarify

it will shake up your habits of mainstream and their smooth/empty lyrics

call me the one who dream of those victims that we would let live

we got the names of our real enemies

so much we list them

painful context, human a demon with long teeth

call me the one acting in the shadows, who stay stealth

call your fellows, I don't do calm or surgical

call us anger, as long as they're called livestock

call me stone in the marchandise

if it's made of quarters of so much corpses

take that noise as a dance of death

I wish for the ghosts of those who are massacred curse

those who don't give any fuck, end up laughing bout it

call me nightmare, fear of these lobbies driven by money (fuck demeter)

the one targeted by cops and I would lie if I told i'm not furious

with my four apaches, (B12) we work ourself to death

for those you call animals, belittling term

those we hit, pull-down/kill at birth for them i'll crush the sample

call them sentients being, endowed with feelings

dying in silence in these... it drive me crazy, when i think about it

call me antispe, a bit greyed

as long as they decimate from duck to boar

stacked corpses, high density

sawed teeth, for selfish who want to shoot some or grill some

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here, it's QLS: only salad !

carnists in fetal postion, I say them salam

slaughter to every stages from carcass, meat

you don't give a fuck but your hands are dirty

I take place like garnish on your plate

the hood is the way to spoil the party

ALF stealth, that's done, move on.

we won't wait for it to be legal or for them to understand

no time to procrastinate, they're being exterminated

we won't win the fight with cucurbitaces

yet an umpteenth song on antispecism for you to understand it's not about strict diet

my eyes lift when stupidity primes

it's full of crime, the beasts suffer

who touch money for that ? worse ! delights in vice what arise is nothing clean, like your taste pleasure

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"taste"...

we don't know how to start anymore

since how these carnists compete with lies, as we know

but think that in reality the beasts are the ones offended

the whole "nature" for human sounds like "france to the french"

no, no way to romanticize

human has their pantry full of corpses and should give up

what a bunch of cowards those who nonstop try to nuance

it's about time to take up arms, not to argue anymore

to feed their fads lobbies lie

try not to count on my pissed off friends to congratulate them

we don't want bigger cages, better controlled slaughters

as long as they exploit animals, kill them, nothing to be proud about

but all these insange people, want us to find really cool

to hypothetically better treat the beast for one day to gut it

team built up, no need for supplement

it seems like farmer meat is good for health

they will say i'm in radicalism, i condemn

the brutality toward beasts, i'm in animalism and groove

call me mad excited, as long as the broken animal suffers

the trials of all those who take advantage of this suffuring opens

i'm the hens and many other despised people djihadist, bro

these big capitalist groups go for the money

all these dirty carnists, I eat them, the veganism, I espouse it

rage give me energy as b12 vitamin

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yes, meat tastes like suffering

thought to fill my belly

yes, animal exploitation is barbaric for me, nothing more occidental

minimum wage vegan, thoughts, industry

eat better is fighting for our lives

slaughter houses, capitalism

free killing, populist bullshit

need to be stupid to hunt

they don't care about our kids

they're mainly rednecks, collaborationists

moreover islamophobs, full package, jerk

grandpa has beautifull traditions son

bloodmouth dreams, nice militias

us, fighting that, commandante,

Gaia's army, adelante