Żaluzja Solonez - 1996

Now the blinds are coming in here, you already feel the quarantine
I could talk about the old ones, now I'm licking your lady
I could talk about old, drill old school, new school
I'm going to get my money's worth, you're in the same boat

I had my own whore once, she took my time
You're listening to this with this loser, now just fucking bounce
I also had a father once, he gave me a lot of time
He said fuck the green lights and don't use any seat belts

I kept going straight, there are no shortcuts here
At first he just squirted it on the sneeze, then rubbed it on his ass
Everyone's power goes out here, so yours won't go out too
If you're already hitting the cylinder, you'll also have to squat on it

What are you talking about here again, you dream of yachts
There's more debt than truth in your fucking rap.
Only America in my mind, I'm crossing everyone off the list
If I listened to this bullshit, I would end up like all of you

Your whore is sitting with me, it's definitely your downfall
I don't know what you gave her, only a hundred was enough
My punch-e, my bubble, everyone says you're sick
This is the murderous Netherlands, it takes only tomatoes

They smoke their shit, weed in the morning like cream
Maybe it won't be Kolski, but it's an anal drill
Schizophrenia is not alone, and he got a ban on his head
Flat earth, my face, such are the effects of smoking

Only skinheads, it's a blinder, every fag feels the stress
Your female dog comes to me, I say bounce your fucking ass
They're beating you again, you'll get stressed
And speaking of the driveway, you're the fuck without it

Your homie is making moves, your homie is making moves
When you make dick movements, you're not playing with your dick
Your female dog is on molly, your female dog is on fire
She doesn't have to make moves here to play with his cock

I'm different in the pack, that's the eighth mile bitch
If the blinds are solonez, I'm a ghost face killer
78-200, it's pouring clean here, your female dog is sitting with us, it's 69 for 300

I'm like that fortune teller, today I'll do a tarot reading for you
But if you don't have a dick card, you'll only get a kick
I could also be a clairvoyant, I could tell your fortune from a ball
If you can fit them in your mouth, maybe the bitch will hug you

What kind of nickname is this, I'm going to change it to hunter
We only have Golf 2, I'm spending the night on (?)
You're not talking about rules, you're stealing from your own mother
Then you ask me, buffalo, if I fucking believe in karma?

Your pieces - America, it's unbelievable
For a fucking redhead, you take WD-40
I did the opposite with your rag
This bitch is giving me a hard time
You go 6 steps forward, then 9 steps back again

If you can go on like this, you're already bursting from the inside
Write another comment with your sweaty fucking paw
It's been crazy for a long time, I've already stuck a stick into the anthill
If Marcinek says so, maybe I'll stop talking?
Fuck you Marcinek, you can make me sausage
I'll get pissed off a bit, I'm still in the left lane
Try it too, kid, even if it's risky
I will never pull over to the right, because I'm not like everyone else