Marchelo "Stomak" lyrics

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Stomak

Vest:A slučaj „Kasapin” ne prestaje da šokira javnost. Obducent Momčilo Karaklajić, koga su kolege zatekle kako mahnito kasapi leševe na svom radnom mestu i bunca, tvrdi da je nevin. Na sudu koji ga tereti za zloupotrebu službenog položaja i prekoračenje ovlašćenja, „Kasapin”, kako ga mediji zovu, izneo je, međutim, svoju verziju događaja…

1.strofa:Vidite, bila je noć, sati sitni k’o kinta u mom džepu.Za bednu crkavicu seckam crkotinu i psujem zemlju.I pljujem zemlju iz usta dok merim ciroznu jetru.Muva na mom znojavom čelu bila je u čiroznom crevu.Dovode mi razne: buržuja sa srčkom od viagre,Ili oca švorca što skonča ispred kafane.Te noći, radnik što mu fon zvoni pesmom od Nade Obrićzadahom na cigare „Fast” uze da mi zbori:„Oči dobro otvori, ovaj mrc je vazda bitan!To je poznati pevač što ljulja splav hitom do hita.”Hitam da pitam ko je, ali radnik hita piti.S vrata me zamoli samo da mu fotkam leševe klinki...Smesta smestih na sto leš. Sreća, grešnik je go već.Jedno je da ga seckaš, al’ da ga svlačiš je bolest.Mezim čvarke i jogurt i mislim: šta ti je čovek...Juče pev'o na svadbi, sutra mu pop na sa'rani poje.Aj, da radim ja svoje. Uzmem skalpel i počnem,u sebi pevušeći njegove krasne pesme što volem.I onda se desilo to... htedo' da crknem onde:kad otvorih narodnjaka, unutra bio je – roker.

Most/pevanje:Gospode, otkud to sad tu?Ko bi to ikad rekao!Zar pod kožom seljačine tvrdi roker je čekao?Da l’ je to samo on,ili ima ih još?Svuda su oko nas.Sranje je sjebano.

Refren:Sjeeeeeeeeebaaaaaaaaaanoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!(U ovom džudži čuči sasvim kul tip!)Sjeeeeeeeeebaaaaaaaaaanoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!(I? Koji je pravi? Čik probaj da tvrdiš!)

2.strofa:Pa, dobro… možda ne baš roker – metalac, panker, reper.U svakom slučaju, nikako neki narodnjak il’ denser.Obdukciona sala, pomalo k’o pesme, bazdi na čemer,A ja gledam… i gledam kako da ne tresnem u nesvest.Celi celcati čovek u čoveku – kožna jakna, nitne, starke, to je sve tu.Dupla trupla, dupli stav, dupli on.Bruka, frka, šta da pišem o tom?Na šta će da liči takav izveštaj ludu kome taj tu – nije taj tu?Ko bi verovao kad ja ne verujem očima?Unutra hevi car, spolja hevi copina.

Mislim, ko je to ikad video? Mada…

Tad mi sine da povučem dizgine.Možda ipak s ovim neću d’izginem.Ljudi već veruju, danas nije čudoda radiš jedno – a da si drugo.Što da čovek proda bubreg kad skopča:na tržištu organa najbolje ide obraz.Nomad do onomad – danas, gospodar.Juče hard rok, danas turbo čoban.Mora. Za pare. On ne bi. Al’ mora.Šta će. Siroma’. Trpi taj košmar.Prezire, zgađen, al’ teši ga lomakad trlja o ranu od svirke dva soma.Hm. Jasno je sve. Izgleda čudno, al’ nije blef.I što li me đavo trgnu na grehda ipak povučem još jedan rez?(ssssk!) Preko stomaka. Nešto me tera da sadržaj saznam,da otkrijem tajnu kako to može,i da l’ je to stvarno tu dupli čovek.Kad tamo... bože... šta to moje oči vide?U stomaku ovog tipa živeo je tvrdi džiber.

Most/pevanje 2:Gospode, otkud to sad tu?Ko bi to ikad rekao!Zar u urbanoj duši tvrdi paor se štekao?Da l’ je to samo on,ili ima ih još?Svuda su oko nas.Sranje je sjebano.

Refren:Sjeeeeeeeeebaaaaaaaaaanoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!(Ovaj kul tip u stvari je rob džudžin!)Sjeeeeeeeeebaaaaaaaaaanoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!(I taj je pravi, to odgovorno tvrdim!)

Stomach

News:"The Butcher" case doesn't cease to shock the public.Pathologist Momchilo Karaklajic, who was found by his colleagues in the act of wildly slashing of the corpses and raving at his working place, claims that he is innocent.In the court, which accuses him for the abuse of the official position and overstepping of authority, "the Butcher", as the media call him, started telling his version of the story...

1.strophe:Look. It was a nighttime, the wee small hours like an amount of money in my pocket. I was chopping the corpse for a miserable pittance, cursing this "land". And l was spitting the land out of my mouth while I was measuring cirrhotic liver.The fly on my sweaty forehead was in an ulcerous intestine.They bring me different patients: the bourgeois who had suffered myocardium of Viagra, or the penniless father who had died in front of the cafe. That night, the worker, whose phone's ring is song of Nada Obric, with stench of "the Fast" cigarettes, started speak to me :"Be careful about him. This corpse is so important!That is the famous singer who rocked the floats by singing his hits."I hastened to ask who is he, but worker also hastened to go to drink.He asked me to take pictures of girls' corpses for him when he was in front of the door...I immediately put the corpse on the table. Fortunately, the sinner was already naked. One thing is cutting, but undressing of him would be a sick thing. I was eating the cracklings with yogurt and I was thinking: that's the human being... Yesterday he was singing on the wedding party,and tomorrow, the priest will sing at his funeral.Never mind. I'd begun with my job. I took a scalpel and I'd started, humming his beautiful songs which I like.And than, that happened...I could die there:when I opened a folker, there inside was - the rocker.

Oh my God, how does that appear there now?Who would ever say that !How it's possible that under hick's skin hard rocker was waiting?Is there just he, or there are more people similar to him?They are everywhere around us.Holy shit, it's fucked up.

Ref.Fuuuuuuckeed uppppppp!( Inside of this yokel is hiding really cool guy!)Fuuuuuuuckedd upppppp!(So? Which one of them is real? Try to claim!)

2.OK...maybe not rocker - metalist, punker, rapper.In any case, he wasn't some folker or dancer.The autopsy room reeked a bit like wormwood,right as the songs.And I was watching...and watching out how to not fall on the ground.Whole man inside of another man - leather jacket, rivets,"Star" shoes, everything was there.Double corpses, double attitude, double him.Scandal, big deal, what to write about this?What will look like such a crazy reportwhere that one there - is not that one there?Who would believe me if I do not believe to my eyes?Heavy King inside - heavy hick outside.

I mean, has anybody seen that before? Although…

Then it crossed my mind to pull the reins.Maybe I will not be taken as mad cause of this.People already believe, today it's not a miracleto do one thing - but to be other kind of person.Why should man sell his kidney when he realizes:in the market of organs the cheeks* are the most popular.The Nomad till few days ago - today, the lord.Yesterday hard rocker, today turbo shepherd.He must. For cash. He would not. But he must do it.What to do. Poor guy. He suffers that nightmare.He despises, disgusted, but it makes him feel a bit betterwhen he rubs his wound with 2 bills earned of playing.And everything is clear. It seems weird but it's not bluff.And why did the devil pull me to do a sin,to make another cut?(Ssssk!) Over the stomach. Something forced me to find out the content, to find out a secret how he could do that,and if there really was a double man.And there...my Gosh...what were my eyes able to see?In the belly of this guy was living the hard bumpkin.

Oh my God, how does that appear there now?Who would ever say that!How it's possible that the hard hick was hidden in the urban soul ?Is there just he, or there are more people similar to him?They are everywhere around us.Holy shit, it's fucked up.

Ref.Fuuuuuuckeed uppppppp!( This cool guy is actually Yokel the slave!)Fuuuuuuuckedd upppppp!(And this one is real, I claim it responsibly!)

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