Tea Bag - Poor Slavic Youngster's Anthem | Текст песни

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• Tea Bag
• Poor Slavic Youngster's Anthem

Part 1:
Getting mad props’ on the blocks from the bums
That’s how my day starts, no rocks, just Buddha shots
Must be the first legit from here spittin’ shit for a glass of beer
Among black sheeps without a gear like brain

When it rains, it pours, I’d still fuck a bitch on period
It’s not a formal excuse for not letting me tear it up
Maybe you need a cup to squeeze it into?
'Cause I don’t need a hole in a limbo, you can throw it away in a window!

Let’s go to the next level and sell our souls to the devil
If you real want the “hell of a life”
So jump on a knife and let it dive into
The world doesn’t need another kid with down syndrome, bitch

I know what you doing alone so im’ma let you drown in your own sperm
Let you rest in peace in your own germs
Fuck your adult sister like germans did to Russians
By hitting her ass im’ma record some “fucking” percussion

Chorus:
It’s not LA and for sure it’s not NY
It’s a place where you’ll fail at keeping your pants dry
Only rich kids here having fun doing kickflips
But what I have to do to survive is – to hit licks
Chorus remix

Part 2:
It’s a diss record for all who neglected this rapper
Let’s get some folks wrapped up in a zinc coffin
No matter if he or she is a player or hustler – I don’t care
People is meat to me, so let’s meet and make some barbeque, dear

Who to blame in this shit going around like Mary?
Nice that less people today are just staying and staring
Who still are – will be kicked head down from the stairs
Paradox – they blame us in living the dream they gave us

It only brings chaos, AKs and K.O.s
How can you call yourself a president or boss
If your citizen can’t even afford himself some new clothes?
You deserve some death frauds, let me bury you, fuck the gods, man, fuck the gods

It’s just some “living the life” kind of notes
From the land of infinite poverty, churches and popes
You can also notice me if you try looking close
But hurry up, ‘cause soon I might have a tag on one of my toes

Chorus:
It’s not LA and for sure it’s not NY
It’s a place where you’ll fail at keeping your pants dry
Only rich kids here having fun doing kickflips
But what I have to do to survive is – to hit licks
Chorus remix