PIH feat Słoń,Kaczor,Shellerini - Szatańskie wersety

**Expect the Unexpected**

Białystok-Poznań, damn collaboration
Good guys, fists up high...

**Chorus x2:**
It's better than vodka and drugs combined
Every neighborhood hums deadly lines
For them, your women want to sleep with us
No one will leave here alive - Satanic Verses

**1. SŁOŃ**
Nostradamus wrote about me and the Indians before him
I have words of their prophecies carved on my body
And you run, the apocalyptic legion is coming
All the rulers of this world will fall at our feet
I bring hell, it's the time of God's wrath
I stand on a skyscraper roof loudly threatening the sky
Call me Beelzebub, I bring graves back to life
Leaving burnt hoofprints behind
With every step you fall to the ground
Every verse punches pieces of ribs into your lungs
Screams fill the ether, and in the face of lynching
You'll squeal like a baby in a burning orphanage
Bruise scars bleeding, whip studded with spikes
Welcome to Poland, a black sun in the sky
I am the end of the world created by God
So pray for mercy, the Black Raven approaches

**2. PIH**
I was an explosion at a market in Tel Aviv
Played jump rope with intestines with kids
You know what such a bloody massacre smells like?
Pure freshness, like a 15-year-old out of the shower
Pih, Słoń, Sheller, want Sick Melodies?
Player number one, the crime syndicate
Without any emotions we'll destroy everyone
Our bombs in the center of Moscow antichrist
This is wars' dust and dirt, murderous quartet and
From hell's gates already here satanic verses
What is H1N1 compared to me?
Want to sleep with me, bitch, it's like sex with Hitler
On the walls, shadows of our naked bodies
I'll stop this moment, nightmare in amber
No Book of Salvation can help here
Nor Talmudic manner in hoping for a miracle
I love excess, I don't despise flattery
People lie to protect my truth
It's just a rope, for god's sake
I'll kick the chair from under your feet

**Chorus x2**

**3. KACZOR**
Your fear of my verse is a talisman for me
Scar under the eye, son, like a numismat
I've been doing rap with a satanic crew for a long time
I go hard with it, like inmates in a can with a snake
And I will manage, bragging I'll give you, not gray and wise like Gandalf
Only bald and rebellious, player number one and his band
When I reach the top again, it's a drama in the Andes for you, kid
I set the standard and collect bloody trophies
Death to hypocrisy and lies - my style's idea
A bit rudely, with a sparkle of evil in the eye
The grim reaper has you on his list, I enter with a screech
I am a master of suspense, take a taste of it
Hate it, and you'll hang, think before you push
Guess, this saga goes on, not without reason
I assume a devilish attack, this rhyme is a concrete proof

**4. SHELLERINI**
I sold my soul long ago, the pact already yellowed
In the pocket a copy of Catcher in the Rye
There are a few methods to gain respect
If you don't know them, better give up buddy
This is a tribute to hip-hop homes, a demon dances in the bottle
Denon hits, impotence knocks at your door
The zero hour struck, fear, violence, terror
Bastard, time to say goodbye to the scene
My flow covered by legend like John Lennon
With cold blood I bring Armageddon
Here where steel and concrete, a dog howls at the moon
Where a hater is 21 grams lighter
I glide like Cali Agents, like a funeral procession
Like Chada, I belong to those bathed in the black sun
Noise of banners, Cujo growls in the pen
Everyone against the wall, the execution squad has arrived

**Chorus x4**