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[Intro]


The whole album is in a climate of complaints at all


So there must be complaints about rappers


I would never let go.


The last time, the last, the last

[Verse 1]


Seven new rappers is yesterday, each ficik there is a million dollar


Sztachnął youngster too much of the sackand runs taut like he has a knee-length cock


For him, hip-hop from Poland is a carbon paper, he went to a gastronome in Suwałki

The best trap in egg cartons, I don’t understand how Donald Duck’s


guys do wow, wow, guys make them, eat


And I was learning to rap like a moron, as if it was necessary

It was necessary to stretch like a baluster, it was necessary to be born a chestnut


Now it’s too late, now they know me, how I don’t like you, you fucking fucking, really

[Chorus]


I took offense at hip-hop and it’s probably one time


I’ll never be close, because I’m not one of you


I don’t feel anymore I’m an artist and I want to fuck up the money

Let’s go back to those few years, because time is chasing me over and over


again I took offense at hip-hop and that’s probably one time I’ll never be close, because I’m not one of you


I don’t feel like an artist anymore, but I want to fuck up the money


Let’s go back to those few years, because I am constantly chasing time

[Verse 2] There


was such a romantic as a prick, with his lyrics their asses lost their heads


Almost literally, Now more than melodies remember right hooks


Worms quarrel in groups, creating conspiracy theories out of domestic violence

You will kick these records out the window, you idiot, if someone here tells you at least half of them


Another one will sing a concert, write inspirational posts.

Why is there not a word in any of your attempts to fuck your mate for money?


You make kids in the lyrics freakin ‘brains, shit I care about your trueschool, fool


Start to live according to these principles, to which rap or swallow dick into effect

[Chorus]


offended the hip-hop and it’s probably one time


will never close, because I’m not one of you


no longer feel like an artist, and I want zapierdolić hajs


Let’s go back to those few years, because time is running out of me over and over again

[Verse 3]


Good and talented boys from the neighborhood, who had dreams and how they managed to make them come true.


Four concerts, some money and a


whack, decalleafs.

And now you say how you won it, you didn’t win anything. I


saw her three years ago at the battle, fucking and she got out of her with some f ,


What he lost to Filipek then, fucking, before you finish this verse, that mom is proud, I already know, that you’ll

fucking disappear


In all of this, the audience is the best bunch. They


spit your mouth for your money, you guests, who hardly passed the dictation (elo)