All
rise for Hardbass
Never fear,
Boris is here
Ready, let's go
Slice, cut the cheeky breaky
Cold compote with cheap bureki
Always moving and never down
Such is life, it's class to run
Take my line, I drive in town
Fingers up and windows down
Hot bull mania and some class
Drive around and pop Hardbass
Slash,
kill him Slash,
kill him
Ready,
let's go
My mama says it's just a phase When I feel my deal is with Mayonnaise
But no,
play this music from your car Inviting friends from your own far
New York?
Raving comics,
popping stars,
cutting bushes,
hills and ground
I need no better way to get the rest of spies away
Began fearless like a bear,
dressed suit with the stripes I wear
From cracker to gunshot,
I'm the painter of city vodka
Slash,
kill him Slash,
kill him
Let's go,
kill him
Slash,
kill him
Slash, kill him