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[Intro: Interview with an old man from Arad disappointed by the state]
"Can I give you an honest opinion?"
"Sincere, please!"
"I'm a Romanian at home."
"Yes."
"After... look at me and record me. After 42 years, where do you live?"
"In Arad."
"Where?"
"In the center."
"Where do you live?"
"In the center."
"In the center. After 42 years of work, 11 months and 5 days, this garbage of a state gives me this, 734 lei pension? *Chh*"

[Verse 1: Killa Fonic]
20-1-1, I had two 8 balls in the jaw
Mindful of the cops, mindful that they don’t break
Hold up, Mitica! Stay calm
The hunger is big and it kicks you out the window
“Get the fuck out of the hood”
I heard a voice in the brain
Don’t you see that you’re a loser, cool boy
I don’t care, you’re fuckin’ your own business up, oldhead
So get the fuck out of the poverty
Hei, load up a big frog or try to get a smooth blade
Like the mind, but rough like the dame cat’s tongue
Go and make the law, leave momma
Go and make your life, forget about the drama
Click, clack, fuck this shit, I want all the guap
But I’m not a politician and Heaven can fall
Like the kitchen roaches, we fuck up your whole vibe
Whoo, ah!
[Chorus: NOSFE]
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches

[Verse 2: NOSFE]
Yo, life is like a string of sand
The wind has been blowing relentlessly for some time
I get close to the desert and scream (AAAAH!)
This is life’s ambiance, let’s make a music video (Woo, woo)
I lived in Rome for 6 years, boss
I didn’t run away from work, that’s why I’m stingy, boss
I let my beard grow, Rick Ross
I said that in life I will do everything backwards, Kriss Kross
Woo, woo, woo
I worked the shovel, the concrete mixer, the cement bags and the gravel
I said I was a star, a supernova, I shine in the night like a luminary
That’s true! Talk to someone, don’t lay around ‘cause someone else will take your place
Are you loco? Fuck it, I’m not, I need to make the million
‘Cause my Satra is strong in the world like UN (Ooh, no!)

[Verse 3: Keed]
Sorry, I drowned with how much shit you have shit on your mouth
After how many shit you ate (pew)
Bitch you got me fucked up, from kitchen roaches you evolved into a primate
My childhood buddies swear at Satra
Since Satra, there’s a lot of hate in my life
And even so, that music starts, I don’t want it to end
Now they can’t be seen ‘cause of those clouds below me
Yes, I have Satra and Satra is the family
And I understood how groups like Parazitii or Mafia
Will never die, crow
I came to know that all that flies can be eaten
But the laws in my life are only governed by me
And I live through me, not through society
‘Cause I suffered so much
That I can’t understand what bad deed am I doing if I’m not helping
[Chorus: NOSFE]
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches
Kitchen roaches, kitchen roaches

[Verse 4: NANE]
In 2-0-0-6, bruh, I didn’t have no money
I was wearing the same clothes for a year
But a thug lended me a green hand
Swag, swag, fuck off, I’m getting a suitcase
I fuckin’ swear that I’m going to the plantation
And the cops could make me a fellatio
‘Cause a politician’s dream is mischevious
I’m on top of the situation
I swing left, right, I’m on the wave
I swing to school to make the cheese
And I don’t give a fuck about a case
If you wanna jump me, I kiss you with some brass knuckles
There’s a big scandal at home
And I ran to the streets to find my relief
But I only found hoes and savages
And I suddenly made shortcircuit, lil bro

[Verse 5: Super ED]
Lots of legs, I got lots of legs
I’m filthy, disgusting, I’m an abomination
Becoming a bug, metamorphosis
Bro, Kafka, you playin’ games with me
From man you turn me into bug, then we’re changing the behavior
I’m chilling bare dick at home, I’m free in Berceni
I play a trumpet with martians
My neurons are obscene
I have tongues on the pussy so I’m dandy
Girls that have a dirty mouth full of talk
Faces that have a dirty mouth full of probes
I see everything in gold, pink, green
How life is in the 6 Plus S case
Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes
I love you like Edmont Dantes
Your bug chose, it chose you
Your bug chose, it chose you
Your bug chose, it chose you
Your bug chose, it chose you