In Focuri - Parazitii

Vin binedispus de la o inmormantare de lesbiene

Unde mai devreme m-am intins la bere

Va abordez diplomatic, esti antipatic

Pula mea, n-am ajuns un clasic

Sunt nascut in zodia in care-a murit de ras jigodia

Sunt un meloman care-ti prezinta melodia

Caut senzatii in fumuri mult prea tari, sa moara fapta

Unde ma toarna ziua, ma prinde noaptea

Te provoc, trage daca te tenteaza

Vei fi unul dintre noi care palmat fumeaza

Sistematic sparg petreceri comuniste

De cand traseistele au devenit artiste

Tuturor celor cu un mare creier in minus

Le doresc un elegant penis captivus

Vreau sa vad acum doar partea frumoasa

Mainile in aer care inca fumeaza

Daca cineva intreaba, o ard in focuri

002, doar alcool, sex, droguri

Un gram de creier sau un gram de marfa pura

Viata iese din pizda, dar se duce pe pula, ai

Subsemnatul Ombladon declar

Jur sa spun adevarul si numai adevarul in declaratia asta macar

Cand ma-ntalnesc cu garda in fiecare zi

Imi ascund in ghete pastilele de Extasy

Femeia sa-mi ia banii face apel la sex-appeal

N-am bani la mine pentru ca n-am multi de fel

Ridic cuvantul pentru pigmei prea sus

Plus pentru toti rapperi care de mult in jos s-au dus

Vad ca multi alerga dupa bani cu tupeu

Ce pula mea, proastelor, pula are alt gust intr-un BMW-u?

E greu, a fost mereu, dar nu ca azi

50% canta, 50%-s bodyguarzi

E super iarba

M-am dedublat, vorbesc cu mine

Liber pe strada, tre' sa trag, ruleaza-o bine

Nimeni nu te prinde, aprinde-o, arde-o

Dracu o ia…

Nu ma numar printre cei ce dau in paranoia

Stau retras in transa, atras de vinul ars ramas

In sticla de Jack Daniels fals

Stau pe-un nor si cant la harpa fredonand un hit

Zic Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakka Da Disk, Rebel Music

Fetele ard, joint-ul arde, totul arde

Bag termometru-n cana, hmm, prea multe grade

Umbla vorba ca-mi terorizez femeia

Am dubla personalitate si-o dezvolt pe-a treia

Sunt anti-vedeta perfect promovata

Sistemul de valori n-am sa mi-l schimb niciodata

I come from a lesbian funeral

Where earlier I lay down for beer

I approach you diplomatically, you are unfriendly

My dick, I'm not a classic

I was born in the zodiac in which the scoundrel died laughing

I'm a music lover who introduces you to the song

I'm looking for sensations in too much smoke, for the deed to die

Where my day throws me, it catches me at night

I challenge you, shoot if it tempts you

You will be one of us who smokes

I systematically break up communist parties

Ever since trackwomen became artists

To all those with a big brain minus

I wish them an elegant captivus penis

I just want to see the beautiful part now

Hands still smoking

If anyone asks, I'll burn it

002, only alcohol, sex, drugs

One gram of brain or one gram of pure goods

Life comes out of the pussy, but it goes on the dick, you have

I, the undersigned Ombladon, declare

I swear to tell the truth and only the truth in this statement at least

When I meet the guard every day

I hide my Extasy pills in my boots

The woman to take my money appeals to sex appeal

I don't have money because I don't have many

I'm raising the word for pygmies too high

Plus for all the rappers who have long since gone down

I see that many are chasing money with courage

What the fuck does my dick taste like in a BMW?

It's hard, it's always been, but not like today

50% sing, 50% bodyguards

It's super grass

I've doubled down, I'm talking to myself

Free on the street, I have to shoot, run well

Nobody catches you, light it, burn it

Fuck her

I am not one of those who are paranoid

I stand back in a trance, drawn to the remaining burnt wine

In fake Jack Daniels bottle

I sit on a cloud and play the harp humming a hit

Zic Cheloo, Ombladon, Freakka Da Disk, Rebel Music

The girls are burning, the joint is burning, everything is burning

I put the thermometer in the cup, hmm, too many degrees

Rumor has it that I'm terrorizing my wife

I have a double personality and I develop the third one

I'm a perfectly promoted anti-star

I will never change my value system