5п [5p] [English translation]

My songs are a test: if you don't like what i say

You just don't have IQ high enough

I get killed for talking too much one day

But yet i'm merry and alive and i scream

"FUCK YOU" BITCH YOU, BRIT YOU

to any dumb dicksucker

Asked to repeat, i always do

Saying what i think, i don't think about consequences,

I ignore the self-preservation instinct

Disregard both the common sense and the gloomy faces in the crowd

If you don't like what's going on here

Come a little closer and i piss on your faces!

Exegi monumentum, yo

By fucking them goddamn bustards acidly by pattering

And i keep crackling like a helicopter

Until i am dead under crowd' foot

CHORUS:

It is not once or twice

I was beaten up

By those motherfuckers

I am joking at

I get beaten in face and in stomach too,

But still i will joke at those goddamn fools

I was beaten up in police station and in the street,

Beaten by hands, legs and many other things

They didn't draft me for i don't have a spleen

And it means you always gotta look at the bright side!

I want all the jock-straps to get it:

Gyms don't enlarge their brains,

And when they beat me, they don't change a thing

Wounds get healed, fractures get solid, black eye restores

The skissors cut the filum, raphe and plaster - Clack! Clack! Clack!

My hands once again will take a mic

And every word will hit the red spot - Bam! Bam! Bam!

The truth affronts your eyes once more, rascal!

These are the morals of the story: when you're a motherfucker

Don't you think i just said that for no reason

Because you really are one, and no fist

Can solve that problem anyhow!