Bijesne šale Lyrics – Scriptor
Singer: Scriptor
Title: Bijesne šale
Da prvo razjasnimo stvar grmi ak sam ja snimo
Zovu nas na daske ko da kasnimo
Al kaj je spin-off bez glavne brije?
Zagreb nije me ohladio od repa, glad me grije
Zadnje dvije godine propali ste rapidno
Tak je to, podloge vam zvuče napredno, ali rap je dno
Ekipa traži validaciju u pregledima
Dila se vatra, u zimnici imam tegle dima
Ne bediraju me pobjede drugih jer su drugi
Čak i kad me dobe ne gubim
Vidio sam od Kiše metaka do piše Vedaka
Lišen predaka pišem više redaka
Jer sam Roc ko Marci, a vi ste bok, komarci
Samopadnom je droga doć po narcis
Bok svima, otac rima roka snima
Dok vas ima gorim, indijanci traže dokaz dima, ajmo
Na prijemnom za faks bacao sam rep rime
(Zaš?) U nadi da me ne prime
Al sam upo tranu, dok si ti njupo hranu
Otkrio sam tvojoj maloj boga i trpo nju po hramu
Pazi kom je cijelo vrijeme posvećen
Mali čovjek – često ispadne veliko smeće
Pomislim da se žar gasi, par sati kasnije
Lik na Spar kasi vikne da je svaka stvar klasik
Reko tu me nećeš čut jer
Furam umijeće šutnje, riječi šutnem
Ko da su smeće šuplje u vreće šute
Živote mutna igro preći ću te
Znatiželja pošalje u smrt debile
Dečki vrte kile, ubije ih srk tequille
Skrile zvuk je killer, muk prekinem
Mozak Švaba, ruke Kine, čuj kak idem
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Bijesne šale – English Translation
Let’s first clarify the thunder of the bush I’m a snap
They call us on the boards to late
Al Kaj is Spin-off without the main brick?
Zagreb didn’t cool me from the tail, hunger warms me
The last two years you failed Rapid
This is that, the substrate sounds advanced, but Rap is bottom
The team seeks validation in reviews
There’s a fire, in the winter I have a smoke smoke
They don’t beat me the victories of others because others are
Even when I do not lose me
I’ve seen from the rains of bullets to wrap the smoke
Deprived an ancestors write multiple rows
Because i’m roc ko marci, and you are hi, mosquitoes
It is a self-sufficient drug by narcissus
Hi everyone, the father of Rome Roka shoots
While there is a worse, the Indians seek proof of smoke, let’s do
On the reception for the fax I thrown the tail rime
(ZAS?) Hoping to not receive me
Almo ima tranu, while you are your food
I discovered your little god and trink to her by the temple
Watch the pc is dedicated all the time
A small man – often falls large garbage
I think you’re throwing up, a couple hours later
The figure on Spar Kasi shouts that every thing is a classic
You will not hear me because
Furam art silence, word silver
Who are the trash hollow in the bags of silence
Lives blurry I’ll cross you
Curiosity sends to death of debile
Guys spinning the kile, kills them with tequille
Hidden the sound is Killer, muk interrupt
Brain of Swab, China’s hands, hear I’m going
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