6 ujutru - Furio Đunta, Demonio

Gde je kašika, gde je zippo

Da li venu si napip’o

Brate moj, ja sam heroin

‘Oćeš da se igraš, ubaci taj coin

Fore su sveže, uspešna je žetva

Repujem ludo k’o da mi fali letva

Ovo nije pesma, testiram ti mozak

Dižem te k’o koka, spuštam te k’o Prozak

Puši me k’o travu, sisaj me k’o cuclu

Nisi ni ti čitav, u mozak si kljucnut

Kriva je narav, pa je kriva kara

A ja sam vruć u sred januara

Jer mene, mene vole ženska čeljad

Kad mislim da je kul, a ja kažem da je čeljav

Ja sam sve što majka želi svojoj kćeri

Tu su doktori reperi skrojeni po tvojoj meri

Tinu-ninu, čuje se MTRL, traže mi BR LK, JMBG

Kažu — ovaj je rođen još u SFRJ

Ima remećenje javnog reda i M (x2)

Kurve me jure, svaka bi da me mazne

Gde ste bile kad sam bio osmi razred

Divi ovu puglu, previše ugly je

Ova dosadna ide mi na ganglije

Koja si godina, ustazašenje

Kažem joj, imaš dobra usta za ‘šenje

Fore su paklene, više nisu vruće

Ovo nemojte da probate kod kuće

I nervira te džak, brate tuci ga

Slušate Furia, jer previše je lucidan

Jedan od repera obololelih umno

Ako sutra umrem slušaćete me posthumno

Danas se osećam ekstra

Jer uš'o sam u šulju koja mi je bila tesna

Aha, gde su moji studenti

Ovo je droga, uzmi kada nude ti

Tinu-ninu, čuje se MTRL, traže mi BR LK, JMBG

Kažu — ovaj je rođen još u SFRJ

Ima remećenje javnog reda i M (x2)

6 je ujutru a ja sam ‘leba

Toliko sam svež, digni ruke do neba

I 6 je ujutru, a ja sam ‘leba

Toliko sam svež i gde su moje beba

Moje babe koje pevaju na sahrani

Jer ovaj beat sad ima da sahranim

Da vas pitam, gde su moje narikače

Vaše pare, privezak na kajlu nek mi prikače

Ne prekidaj me dok pričam

Bavite se zaradom, a to je neka sića

Reči se ne rimuju, kraden ti je f-l-o-w

Nepoznatog identiteta kao NLO

Nepoznatog identiteta kao UFO

Popijem pa se klatim, udesno, ulevo

Po ovim ulicama vozimo se cik-cak

Moje rime osvežavaju ti dah tik-tak

Tinu-ninu, čuje se MTRL, traže mi BR LK, JMBG

Kažu — ovaj je rođen još u SFRJ

Ima remećenje javnog reda i M (x2)

Where's the spoon, where's the zippo

Did you feel the vein?

My brother, I am a hero

'You want to play, insert that coin

The fores are fresh, the harvest is successful

I'm rapping like I'm missing a bar

This is not a song, I'm testing your brain

I get you up like coke, I get you down like Prozac

Blow me like weed, suck me like a pacifier

You're not whole either, you're stuck in the brain

The nature is to blame, so the punishment is to blame

And I'm hot in the middle of January

Because women love me, me

When I think he's cool and I say he's bald

I am everything a mother wants for her daughter

There are rapper doctors tailor-made for you

Tinu-nina, MTRL is heard, they are asking me for BR LK, JMBG

They say that he was born back in the SFRY

Has disorderly conduct and M (x2)

Whores chase me, they all want to caress me

Where were you when I was in eighth grade?

Love this pug, it's too ugly

This boring one is getting to my ganglia

What year are you, Ustašanje?

I tell her, you have a good mouth to talk to

The weather is hellish, it's not hot anymore

Don't try this at home

And jack annoys you, brother beat him

You listen to Furio, because he is too lucid

One of the mentally ill rappers

If I die tomorrow you will listen to me posthumously

I feel extra today

Because I got into a hole that was tight for me

Oh, where are my students?

This is drugs, take them when they offer you

Tinu-nina, MTRL is heard, they are asking me for BR LK, JMBG

They say that he was born back in the SFRY

Has disorderly conduct and M (x2)

It's 6 in the morning and I'm "leba".

I'm so fresh, raise your hands to the sky

And it's 6 in the morning, and I'm awake

I'm so fresh and where are my babies

My grandmothers who sing at a funeral

Because now I have this beat to bury

Let me ask you, where are my mourners?

Your money, a pendant on Kyle, let him attach it to me

Don't interrupt me while I'm talking

You're in the business of making money, and that's a lot of money

Words don't rhyme, your f-l-o-w is being stolen

Of unknown identity as a UFO

Of unknown identity as a UFO

I drink and I sway, right, left

We zigzag along these streets

My rhymes refresh your breath tick-tock

Tinu-nina, MTRL is heard, they are asking me for BR LK, JMBG

They say that he was born back in the SFRY

Has disorderly conduct and M (x2)