Balasevec ima dost dobre tekstove npr, Jednog dana krenem ja, nisam preso korak-dva, kad ugledah tetka svog, o, jebo ga Bog. Znam da nisam bogzna sta, al bih voleo da se zna, bolji sam od tetka svog, o, jebo ga Bog.
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Im'o sam strasnog petla, bio je pravi đavo, na kisi i na vetru, uvek je stajo pravo, po selu perje leti, dize se strasna graja, u nasoj kuci uvek bilo je dobrih jaja.
Im'o sam strasnog petla, bio je pravi ludak, koju taj koku kljucne, ko da je tresno budak, a koke cudne ptice, uvek im srce kuca, za nekim grubijanom koji dobro kljuca.
Za njega nisu bile samo koke slatke, nego je skako i na guske i na patke, a tek na curke cim je bilo neke sanse, princip je isti, sve su ostalo nijanse.
Im'o sam strasnog petla, bio je malo cudan, po danu nesto dremljiv, al nocu uvek budan, curice iz mog sela cule su za tog dasu, zbog tog sam petla i ja bio na dobrom glasu.
O im'o sam strasnog petla, bio je prvak sveta, danas su petli cudni, svaka im dlaka smeta, ja neznam sta je razlog, danas su drugi dani...
...ne bi mi ova starost bila tako grozna, da cujem petla bar mesecno jedanred.
Poslusaj zato savet, sto ce ti cica dati. Kad imas mladog petla, ne daj mu da se pati, pusti ga neka leti, neka ga koke vide, posle ce biti kasno, petlu vreme ide.
quote: Originally posted by: SnoopDogg "nisam tak mislio sorry "
ne moras se zbog toga ispricavati... ak se vec ispricavas, ispricavaj se zbog drugih stvari... otpiraj actually DOBRE topice, i zapiraj OBJEKTIVNO suvisne, i ne pisi bezveze, i sve bu ok
Kad sam bio mali reko mi je stari, da zbog kurca propast cu,zajebat cu stvari. Jebem dobro al' ne mogu cesto dva, tri puta sve u isto mesto. Odkada sam poco redovno da prcam, ja u teskim dugovima grcam. Oj sudbino, sta mi ovo treba? Da zbog picki ja nemam za 'leba. Ljubile me, mazile, ljustile po repu, sve su samo gledale sta mi je u dzepu. Beste drugom nek vas drugi jebe, od muke posro se na sebe...
Impale the body, scares of his flesh, hung up to die on the crucifixion, bleeding to breathe, cursing at god...Why!!!!!!!
The glory resurrection; live in wounds of recollection, Who take his will unreasoned, naivete inside soul defeated? Lascivious redemption, justify thy vile absence, Propagate his aggression as you use his words as weapons.
Lies now have you lost, the worthless cause of the crucifixion. The sanctity, to hang and bleed, and in the form of a human cross. Blind by prophecy, his bible fiend, a bloody sword of his fantasy. Tried for heresy, and sacrilege, to bare the scars of the crucifix.
You walk alone with Jesus, in a world of non-believers, Humiliated savior, Is thy son of heavens failure, For ever left undone, on the cross for everyone, His words of god unheard, he is dead and not concerned.
God fatality, the life recedes on the cross of his sign, Finality, in search of peace, to beg and plead for the end that will be, The light descends, when suffering, impaled again for your blasphemous lies. Resented death, his sins confessed, accept the scars of the crucifix.
Sad in your sorrow, withered within, stand in the shadow of all of our sins, you are the son, choke on his blood...Die!!!!!!
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...all those bastards want to die?!
use your knife to stab his eye...
...they made us mad and they will pay,
follow me i know the way...
Da ne budu samo bolesni evo od clash jedna "politički angažirana"
Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun