Eripe - Pierdolę

Fuck those who say that this record does not make sense
Because without fames on feats and without fames on bits
Terror in loudspeakers, a few lines on it
blood flowing down the pages of a notebook. x2


I do not know what's wrong with me, I'm fucking bragg again
I had to wound up freshly when life was poorly arranged
My rap is beautiful like Paris at night on postcards
In fact, even without a nose, you would feel the smell of shit
If you are pissed off by everything around you, you are not alone
My ass is still shocked because everything is shining
They say find a lady and I just smoke whips
Soon I will have stigmata from pounding my horse
Or astigmatism, where is my Aston Martin?
Somebody fuck me make a driving license for me
Have you been drinking? Do not write, I knew fuck it would be
Instead of studying existence, I am again wasting some nonsense


Ref.
Fuck those who say that this record does not make sense
Because without fames on feats and without fames on bits
Terror in loudspeakers, a few lines on it
blood flowing down the pages of a notebook. x2


Take me hate me, love me or tie a loop
Because even neutrons are not indifferent to this rap
Fatty versions as if they had eaten in poppy all their lives
I would eat your brain, but it's probably in a dainty taste
I eat fat often, I will probably die of it
I prefer human meat to fuck with Tesco
With all this in a bad way, plebs protest because
Unesco is spitting up when someone slips a child
In rap it's just as hard, I'm fighting mainly with pressure
when the two fools begging, I put fourfold dense
Rulers from the ruler I write, calculator in hand
I calculated losses, profits and I still count on more

Ref.
Fuck those who say that this record does not make sense
Because without fames on feats and without fames on bits
Terror in loudspeakers, a few lines on it
blood flowing down the pages of a notebook. x2


I will do such a rap that I eat myself
And fuck in what you say, I do not respect anyone's opinion
Good advice? Get out, better look for gullible
Which idea on yourself is copying others
Maybe I'm strange, I'm not looking for authorities here
Have them learn how to burn from pet dogs
An explosive mixture - rap and beat, I burn
The verses, though dressed in words, even excite fire
I will not do anything about it, that the oil in my head is small
I'm left, but I'm laughing at how many Werters here were suffering
Sorrows, regrets poured out throughout the rap game,
Condemned to failure? Not at all, I'm fighting!


Ref.
Fuck those who say that this record does not make sense
Because without fames on feats and without fames on bits
Terror in loudspeakers, a few lines on it
blood flowing down the pages of a notebook. x2


I keep playing a bit here every day so I give punches
The pen squeezes with such power I almost break my fingers
Tell my mother that he does not know me yet, but he will start
When one day he hears your stuttering in the handset
It is a sign that this rap has kidnapped you and will never give back
Even the ransom does not demand only tortures you every day
You can not stop listening, you do not know what to do anymore
And when asked, you turn the cat with your tail like a zoophil
And you will buy my plate even if you would not eat a week,
Now you know that the subliminal message is not a myth
And it's not a putty that you can not get away from it anymore
Just as you can not teach a dead dog new tricks


Ref.
Fuck those who say that this record does not make sense
Because without fames on feats and without fames on bits
Terror in loudspeakers, a few lines on it
blood flowing down the pages of a notebook. x2