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Z.B.U.K.U

Ballada o śmierci

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When the death will come to me, i'll open my gate
I'll say goodbye to everyone that i love
I'll pray to God last time before i die
And i'll shout to her "Bitch, take it! Mori memento!"
What am i facing? Hell? , i've got it already
In the head I am gathering my thoughts, let memories kill me
Nothing even matters, death rolls her eyes
I arised from gunpowder, so let bury me into the ground
You must appreciate it, I am walking away fucking classy
Recording new song, they will show it to my kids
Yeah, it's your dad, he had made a provision on his death
And now you can listen to his tracks on MySpace
Fuck, i don't want it, i'll leave when it's necessary
Because i wanna see my kids growing up
I want to plant a tree, sing and earn money for house
At least I know that this death can be just even around the corner

Life, i am drinking for your health
Life, i love you more than anything else
When the beat beats, i feel that i live
I love my life, it makes me the man


Is death really that scary?
Like everyone does write about her
Before i die, world will be silent
At least, they'll hear me, every fucking song
And i become a legend and because i die
I sign with my heart, that's the way i am
I give more and more into every next line
And i am holding death's hand, i have courage to dance with her
it is interesting whether that bitch will resist my punch attack
One, Two, deadly waltz, Z.B.U.K.U is fighting
You don't know my steps, even if you do, you won't dance
My cousin lives in England, he fight for his one's
I have it after him, i'm not afraid of dying
I'll take what's mine, if not, i'll divest her of it
Scratche DJ Hard Cut, haters: better guard
Doesn't matter which city, what faces and clothes
I'm Z.B.U.K, and death runs away outta me
16, it's not for us, 16 it's not enough
it's "ballad about the death" we need 100 of those
Write a decalogue with 100 mln letters
Being inspired by your heart, not dictionary
Being inspired by your life, not somebody's, yours
I'm "reaching' higher than all those stars
I'm getting on the top, i'm not in Viva*
Come on motherfucker, be louder, break the glass on police station


Life, i am drinking for your health
Life, i love you more than anything else
When the beat beats, i feel that i live
I love my life, it makes me the man









*polish gossip magazin

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