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I'll come with a gun and I'll be very angry
And I won't be seen as I was last time
I'll bring a gun for the Far East
Four bombs, one gun and a few tanks
I'll bite your teeth like a motorcycle
I'll hit you with all kinds of stangles
I'll kill you with a gun
I'll make a fillet out of a cucumber
I'll spread your little mud all over
Eyes, ears, beards, everywhere around me
What's left in the barracks, let the Krips soup be
Let them see that a fight won't pay off with me
Smoking coke and ecstasy, I hate it
I'm falling in love with blue cannabis
I'm a blind Mitsubishi, inspector, shut up
I'm crazy about Moscow
I'm wearing rubber boots
You're doing it with me
Even throwing a brick
But it's normal when the quarterbacks come
Beretta sings
If I'm surrounded now, I'll * up my ass
Circle of judges, I * your mother
Let the fuckers go, all of them, especially Murija
He had only a patica, he had and he drank from me
Gudru Radek, Linzia and Bagra Stari
Heroin rap, Moscow in the house
The next line, my head will shoot me
And I'll beat every drol
I'll beat the * out of him
He'll never wear a thong again
I'm only wearing an Air Max and a trainer cap
And around my neck, gold shoes
I'm only driving a Porsche, Mercedes and BMW
And I'm only smoking fish, a lot of booze
There's whiskey on the table, 12 years old
I hate faggots and I'll never * you
I'm only from tomorrow, that's a normal thing
When they let me go to Matović, I'm doing a good job
It's disgusting when you're a cop, but
And when you have the whole arsenal of weapons
And they don't give me an attack, I'll bring it to the ball
Well, cry, bitch, who's one, now you'll hear Rafal