O.S.T.R. - Brzydki, zły i szczery

Whats up dude, it's me again that is ugly, angry and honest
That what likes to shovel in chips and hamburgers,
olives to mozzarella, for everyone chalice, clean truth
for foundations blocks, which raised up asphalt
full slack, two PM, you know I don't wake up on a clock
'Couse to the city in the morning press againts crowds
I prefer cartridges to attempt, with hit drinks thats clouds
On table, on down paper
Becouse blunts don't poison me, like never poison me
Here bring to repentance for me, now we smoking (Dude, you're still about the same)
Whats up dude, it's again me, that is junkie, boor, not child
My dream is smoke more in Guinness Book
(You're need a doctor!) Rather money for kilogram
(So take 5PLN every time when you give somebody your autograph
Four autographs, bag it is... think!)
Don't grieve me and what do I sing hustler plates from the stadium?
God help me, "couse conscience fucking me
How can I force a world with trash improve
I'm the one who want sleep and not sniff for happyness
For you money, for me time, contents are beautiful
That's why I do anything, happyness absorb with air
I don't want world like that, so I'll improve for myslef

Whats up dude, it's me again that is eighth part od "Scream"
That what can't release from specific type herb
So I grind and share it on milimeters
Burns in one time tablets
This is simple, OSTR and blunts like shrimp and garlic
When there is no tablets, I can turn a joint from napkin
Dude we don't have how live, in us power of fancy
Time don't give second chance, 'couse ducks rule us
Stil kwa kwa, fuck kwa kwa, stop confuse,
That dickness is lasts, and here kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa...
I'm sick of you! We need you like dumbman MP3player
If in you is my future, that I don't grow to it
I wanna be like donkey and for everything saying 'ioooooo'
I think, I'll understand duck who in beak have dickens!
God forgive me, rather than listent to this animals I prefer go on sink
You know, Im not picky but...
Here I'm going to bur this whore, God forgive me
It;s too beautiful like Lerek with Doniu in one song
Grab the pot and with me believe in this duo
Whats up dude, buy plate - ignore costs
Even I have not contacts like Marek Borowski
Spit out the beat sounds with carefree loose
Welcome in rogues world, studded tumors,
Straight from the city, where 'on face' they let in to club
Clean rap-game, lets see, feel in yourself energy
Like me, like you, like all the world and this district!
If I have to runing the Earth eight times, I have to die,
And so Im shooting for the egihth time that skunk
Would you know what is with us in 2007?
Make vibovit, enkindle blunt and get on your face!