New Year's Eve After budget cutback Sucks to know *** it *** myself if it comes forward Wait, I'll drain everything *** it What did you expect? That I'll die here? Not this year, *** 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 *** it, hit it back You like brotki? You're my sweet dick Your wife's moves Your homies are five Against us *** 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? *** 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 *** it What kind of youth is this? This is rap This is *** Because what the *** can't I do? *** it hurts What will you write on the floor? Join the sea Voila, madam You're such a bitch That you'd *** on the tracks That's how I *** it up here And you *** 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 ***ing 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 *** you, Pikawa ***, *** 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 ***ing Narnia It's a thousand fairy tales Miracle of Vianca Pencil, pen, cough From the Russian faggots Tiri, Titi Melinjarsko, *** 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 ***ing steroid Someone has a good rap And someone doesn't have it Hi, hi, hi Greetings from the underground I'm ***ing on the beat Like Roko's prostitutes ***, 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 ***, 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 ***ing on the beat Like Roko's prostitutes ***, 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