Music against the Supreme Minister went viral in Tiktok’s profile; Lyrics Cita Lei Magnitsky and says that Moraes is “Carrasco de Toga”
Supreme Court Minister Alexandre de Moraes was the target of one who went viral at Tiktok after during the match between Corinthians and Palmeiras, on Wednesday (30.Jul.2025). At the time, the magistrate showed the middle finger while following the game at the Neo Chemistry Arena in São Paulo.
The episode took place on the same day Moraes was sanctioned by the United States based on Lei Magnitskywhich establishes punishments to foreign authorities accused of human rights violations or corruption.
In the lyrics, posted by the profile, the minister is called “Carrasco de Toga” and criticized by “Lack of decorum”. One of the excerpts says the following: “Where’s decorum, excellence? Where’s respect for the audience? [Jair] Bolsonaro, it was impeachment in the sequence. But when you are you, the press becomes patience. ”
Listen to the rap below (4min30s):
The image of the minister shows the middle finger is from the Estadão:
Moraes at the Stadium
Supreme Minister goes to Corinthians’ game, smiles, waves and makes obscene gesture on the day she was the target of a US sanction (via)
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– Estadão 🗞️ (@estadao)
Read the rap lyrics:
“Democracy became theater, old man. The main actor? Carrasco de Toga. Let’s tell the truth now.
I’m seeing the castle crumble, no one holds that fall. The black cover man feels the weight of the combo. Magnitsky arrived, there was no escape. Freezes goods, freezes the dreams of those who wanted to oppress. He thought he was going to be cheered at the stadium, but forgot that the people do not live in the radio bubble. He doesn’t read Miriam Leitão, nor Cantanhede, brother. Reads ticket, read the price of beans.
It feeds on the applause of the disgusting elite, but in the broken his name is read on the Zenta plate.
Corinthian facade went to seek approval. He left with his finger in the air and the soul on the floor.
Finger in the middle, finger in the wound. The Supreme Minister was lost on the avenue. He thought he was king, got into the crowd. The boo was the hymn of forgotten justice.
Finger in the middle, finger in the mirror: the image of a heavenly board.
If the people scream, he sends inquiry – but yesterday who shouted was the echo of merit.
It’s sanctioned, old.
BLOCKED, LOCKED: Neither card, no account nor gold card.
Your wife and office also on the list. Now the tide has become – and the tide is realistic.
He wanted to show that he is strong… he’s weak. He tried to be popstar, became a monkey meme.
The game turned in a public square, and he couldn’t lose. He made the obscene gesture that says everything without saying.
Where’s decorum, excellence? Where’s respect for the audience?
If it were Bolsonaro, it was impeachment in the sequence.
But when you are you, the press becomes patience.
Finger in the middle, finger in the wound.
The Supreme Minister was lost on the avenue.
He thought he was king, got into the crowd.
The boo was the hymn of forgotten justice.
Finger in the middle, finger in the mirror: the image of a heavenly board.
If the people scream, he sends inquiry – but yesterday who shouted was the echo of merit.
The freedom of expression you denied turned your defense.
When he surrendered, he wants to play the judge and the defendant in the same cell – but forget that the truth does not fit his screen.
The people are tired of pretending they do not see.
The accounts do not beat. Fear can’t hide.
Bolsonaro on the streets, multitude in the lung.
You on the balcony, listening to the sound of rejection.
You said, “Don’t you want to be criticized? Don’t get in public life.”
But it seems that criticism became an abusive clause in your exception justice.
You judge, pursue, condemn with your hand.
Now imagine: A thousand processes for moral aggression.
Each fan there accusing you of the same evil.
By your own rules, this becomes court.
And the people become an author – you main defendant.
Finger in the middle, finger in the wound.
The Supreme Minister was lost on the avenue.
He thought he was king, got into the crowd.
The boo was the hymn of forgotten justice.
Finger in the middle, finger in the mirror: the image of a heavenly board.
If the people scream, he sends inquiry – but yesterday who shouted was the echo of merit.
And there? Are you going to open inquiry for the whole stands?
Will you send the PF at the door of the Brazilian crowd?
The people gave you the change with boo and humor – but you reacted with your finger at the apex of the grudge.
Magnitsky is not meme, it is the end of glamor.
Censorship has a date to explode as a drum.
You climbed too loudly in this vulgar arrogance, and now it falls with style, the same dictator on the altar.
Fucked up.
Fucked up. ”
