[Verse 1:Buszu]
Majkel is the name, Buszu is the surname, don't give a fuck what others think
I'm wearing a tracksuit and shoes with an ice-skate, because sometimes it gets slippery here
I'm making a Candy, slowly taking it
I'm making more than I can ever eat (squad!)
But this isn't your fucking business (squad, squad!)
I get in the whip, get the pipe ready, then do a burnout
Over there at the garages, I'm puffing a cloud
Because I feel better when I don't understand anything
An-answеring a phone, you ask what I'm doing, I'm glazing
Gluing a tile to a tile, fuck what that cunt is saying

[Verse 2:Borixon]
And Borygo comеs in, Chilwagon, Chillwagon, a live broadcast
You fucking watch us how we collect the hay
Me and my brother, Stefan Valentini
My Amigo! I'm driving in Tuscany like Kizo
And although this isn't a cinema, I don't give a fuck
And I send the power of regards here, to the real viewers (squad)

[Verse 3: Qry]
I'm not doped on that cocaine, a woman pissed me off, I kicked her out
Like a real rapper, today I'm driving to that block
You talk shit, I've had enough of you
I sorted my self out when I was nineteen
In a few years, lad, I'll build a house
If you will want to come to the pool
10K for an hour and I'll see you (fuck,squo!)
[Verse 4:ZetHa]
With the squad at the carpet hanger back in the days, empty wallets, a lot of fear
Everyone wanted to make some cash, to get the Roofing felt out, as if he was working on a roof
Actions and intentions in us, that's why we're always busy, only intentions in you, good luck
I get the roofing felt out, and my students call me the Professor Money
Fans are waiting until I record
Eating weak rappers like Pac-Man
I'm rolling a joint in Tatry, drinking, I'm driving to Italy on my own
Ey, my squo, (squo) is waiting there, from which you get battered by
Meanwhile when you lost fucking everything
I became a fucking MC (motherfucker!)

Ey, Olsza, a legend like Sasquatch, Quatch
I can't have gold on my teeth (no!)
I've already got Hemoglobin on them for the squad
But there's more of it dripping on my arms (head, chillwagon)
My head breaks, but only after Whiskey
You and your homies are driven by the pussywagon (wrrr!)
I don't call it like that, because it lures vaginas for yous
But because cunts are riding in them (I'm getting my dick in, ah!)

[Outro: Qry]
I've got a cool workshop like my dad, you're a psychopath
I'm eating spinach, AK-47 in my words and that's how I'm flying
Years go by years, better and better like wine
I'm getting better potential when forests around are dying (squo!)