Kaczor - Nie będę tańczył (K.W.M.S.D.)

Poo check it out!
this for all the bastards
yep
The player with the number one son!

I will not dance, how will I play fuck
They will dance when I'm going to be in place
Fuck you and you bande allied
If you go between the crows ... you're done
Witnesses, wiretaps, phone calls, tons of documents
And on their part, have already gathered a bloody harvest
That's about where the prisoners came a cropper
Fiery pours water for them, for they are the words of this
Sheikh wound, straight from the bunkers łazarskich
Read dirty tenements of the center of anger and rebellion
Where not only earn £ thick pittance
They locked you buddy because he was carrying a powder eh?
No, please, I'm late for a meeting today
Because I pay an acute fury dogs butting
The plan, they had to find something illegal
They did not like my snout on top of her
Not finding anything, but the fear I ate
Although not beat, not evilly, not robbed
And there I first guessed that their methods
Like them, the street is also here its revenues

because it
Lost, dogs, crabs, dicks, (aha)
Nightmares, fights, caught, (this)
Into the game but sometimes a small profit
I do not dance like whores we played x2

Talking to the right side of the wall, because I stand on it forever
While there is money guru, it sold for more than one bastard
On one side of them, the other we
Hundreds of pages of police chronicles the harvest of game
Amazingly prison like bursting at the seams
Get out of the car, wide legs, hands on the roof
Another boy feeds a police record
He pointed a finger friend what kind of a nerd is not
Then it comes to the city as nothing has happened
Someone spits him to say that face was raining heavily
This little, many still give him a lot of freedom
Unfortunately, because we live in a time of recriminations and offenses
All well and good when the upper class nose powder
Because for them, too good ballet is equal to booze and coke
Today I put on scarves loyalty and treason
Other times it comes out crooked man equation

because it
Lost, dogs, crabs, dicks, (aha)
Nightmares, fights, caught, (this)
Into the game but sometimes a small profit
I do not dance like whores we played x2

Another verse about how easy it is to be junk
About how easy it is to give crush label
Ordinary byte fuck it quickly goes into the ether
As mail sms utterly lost son
That day and the bound of thy father are
Because the street is dangerous as a mad dog with an open pen
And you know you know at any
Anyone who wishes to know the truth, not the one who only barks
I do not look forward and say, if you're a straight ram
This verse must be punished if the face spit
Dropped Kopara thought that get away with
Not this time until'll die Bedi wore the convicted
Together with the right people because of them always pawn
Going into this game also enter this group
And let the man whacked if otherwise
Although sometimes a little profit to play you have to be played

because it
Lost, dogs, crabs, dicks, (aha)
Nightmares, fights, caught, (this)
Into the game but sometimes a small profit
I do not dance like whores we played x2

I will not dance, how will I fuck play
I will not dance, fuck you,
Clay, dogs, crabs, dicks,
Fuck off you all,
The player with the number one son
To play you have to be played
The first son
This is for all the bastards
Clay, dogs, crabs, dicks,
I do not dance like whores we played

Total lack of rules and we are worth nothing
Beware of life scold you, despises the Duck
In spite glassed Guard and their supporters
Apparently simplest road is the road to nowhere, son

K.W.M.S.D. man
I always jade motherfuckers in spite
K.W.M.S.D. man
By always go motherfuckers in spite
Phoo!