Grubasy i Cieniasy Lyrics (English Translation) – Młodszy brat

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[Intro]
Ten Typ Pies, PDF, Bedopies – And who the fu*k is still there?

[Eripe Diss]
Fu*k, we have some serious beef now.
Fat guys, wimps, and gay crews are dissing.
PDF, Wini, Ten Typ Pies, Bedopies, what the fu*k is this?
Pussies are jostling – rap after d!ck fest.
I had such funny beefs in kindergarten.
I only started having serious ones in elementary school.
When I was fighting with my friends during recess.
But I never got my pu*sy punched by a fat guy.

Eripe, a big guy from the Patokalipsa crew.
You were supposed to be a big guy, but it turned out to be a big pu*sy.
How can you fall after being shot by that fu*king pig?
Before getting punched, the loser was hiding in the trunk.
You can now explain that “that, this, and this”
But the truth is, he beat you like a pork chop.
And there’s no need to explain, you finally got to know the street.
He showed bigger balls, showed bigger tits.
Although getting punched in the pu*sy isn’t that bad.
But getting punched by a fat guy is utterly embarrassing.
All of Poland is reading this: family, friends, women.
That some Bedouin’s wh*re whooped you like a faggot.

[Bedoes Diss]
And the fat guy is no better, pretending to be a holy pig.
And when they lose his temper, he’ll probably fu*k the girl too.
It’s a good thing you chose Porsche as ambassador.
Amadeus Ferrari would probably be better.
A huge fu*king gang, a bunch of fags and weeds.
Defenders of fat girls, punks, and pederasts.
Once there was a gold record, platinum, diamond.
And today, at most, it’ll be a rainbow fu*king record.
Body-positive and other fu*king nonsense.
They trick people into looking like boars.
They only swallow some ordinary dark stuff.

And Roxy’s only with the fat guy for the money.

[Tede Diss]
And another Tede, big fu*king yo.
At the police station, he pointed to who he got it from.
That’s the picture of the oldest boy in Poland.
When it came down to it, you were popping a poppy seed cake.
How can you even criticize someone for taking drügs?
When you’ve done more than your weight in drügs, you blame sheep.
You’re pretending 50 Cent, but you’re 50 from Temu.
And get the fu*k out and punch Stanowski in the face.
You have some great beef with your uncle and Olejnik.
If you like beef with dead bodies, how about another one with Magik?
And you better stop talking about drügs.
Because you’re just like Ten Typek Pies – that is, you’re too lazy to talk.

[Ten Typek Mes Diss]
And this whole Typek is also a fu*king heavy head.
Maybe you should change your nickname to Ten Typek Kurwa Mew.
You came high to be a smartass to a fat guy.
And your eyes popped out like you had a d!ck up your ass.
You played such a cool rapper.
And after Pedy’s diss, you just s*it your pants.
You’ve probably gone through a phase and realized.
That you’re just a junkie, not a rapper, you fu*ker.
You better shut your mouth, you have nothing to say.
You’d better go to your cottage and break some rocks.
You’re worth as much as one piece of crystal.
Bonzo would say Ten Typek Kurwa Pła (That Type of Fu*king D!ck).

[Wini Diss]
And finally, there’s just the matter of Winicjusz.
It’s alright, actually. Rap if you have a d!ck in your ears.
Leftist views and the posture of a pig.
Lisping, smart – in a word, they blame.
You judge rappers, but you yourself are just a weasel.
You’d better make a guide on how to become a fat leftist.
This whole Stoprocent is a breeding ground for idiots.
No wonder such cheesy people started it.
Did you want to sell courses on how to rap?
I know it’s hard, but you can hide now.
Who do you want to advise on how you achieved your own d!ck?
You’re such an expert that you fu*king sold your own label.

[Outro]
Fatties and weaklings who will do anything for money.
Some more material, others make more mass.
Funny beefs, squabbles, but it’s high time.
To pack them in a bag and throw them in the lake.
Fatties and weaklings who will do anything for money.
Some more material, others make more mass.
Funny beefs, squabbles, but it’s high time.
To pack them in a bag and throw them in the lake.