New Year's Eve After budget cutback Sucks to know Fuck it Fuck myself if it comes forward Wait, I'll drain everything Fuck it What did you expect? That I'll die here? Not this year, son of a bitch I'm stuffing zucchini with minced meat If the beat was a zucchini Ding dong You won't get on this elevator You'll play ping pong? Then fuck it, hit it back You like brotki? You're my sweet dick Your wife's moves Your homies are five Against us Fuck Regimental tanks You feel calm? Then you're probably living in a delusion You feel restless? Then you're probably drunk A few nights in a row You're losing with a multi-day You're falling asleep? Fuck your phobias I'm going with you As if I was driving a jeep Poland, Warsaw, a dark zone Hip-hop Do you have anything against it? Then we have a beer on the sea Oh my God Fuck it What kind of youth is this? This is rap This is shit Because what the fuck can't I do? Fuck it hurts What will you write on the floor? Join the sea Voila, madam You're such a bitch That you'd shit on the tracks That's how I fuck it up here And you fuck yourself in populism Ding dong What's up with your face? Ebebe Ebebebe And very good It's not a deaf phone Go to the top of the forest You'll hear an echo Echo A satellite high up It's targeting your phone Logging Ello, moto Take a hold of something So that no one knows about it That the walls have ears You know, not from today The neighbors have bad intentions The human factor is failing Just like a dog flies into a pot of vodka The power of cash I don't want to end up like the rest Anyway The rest is falling out again Fucking dealer From the white powder Choose one number From ten to a year The atmosphere is getting denser More and more in Putna Exclusive in Lidz They're buying food on Tutri Powder Casino Hotels Lavava Fuck you, Pikawa Fuck, fuck Heart attack La Viva Lambada It's nice that you lied The judge is innocent Because he can't handle it himself It's not fucking Narnia It's a thousand fairy tales Miracle of Vianca Pencil, pen, cough From the Russian faggots Tiri, Titi Melinjarsko, fuck Devastating graffiti Under the wheels of Big City And the biggest problems Always someone has something to complain about Someone has machetes, swords Someone has Rottweilers Someone has the first league of Samara Someone has a fucking steroid Someone has a good rap And someone doesn't have it Hi, hi, hi Greetings from the underground I'm fucking on the beat Like Roko's prostitutes Fuck, I'll take it deep Like the bottom has a sea eye Here is the rap of the first league Underground mainstream Reverse smile After that, he certainly has a wider version We write late at night on the fuse Radiophones on the signal In this and in that they circle constantly Bialek and Trashmite In the clubs there is a paradise Wixa, Haida, Haida Aventuria, Kalkaida Wajza leans out And fuck, he clings to his head Knockout is dead Shot and come back Bad luck, three of them He will be crushed by his brothers-in-law On the stage surgery The doctor will connect you I'm fucking on the beat Like Roko's prostitutes Fuck, I'll take it deep Like the bottom has a sea eye Here is the rap of the first league Underground mainstream Reverse smile After that, he certainly has a wider version We write late at night on the fuse In this and in that they circle constantly Bad luck, three of them He will be crushed by his brothers-in-law On the stage surgery The doctor will connect you On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery On the stage surgery