Ja uvek vidim greh i uvek prvi Ma koliko bio oprezan i mali Ja ga vidim I ja sam uvek tu
Ja sam spontan kao munja Ja sam prirodan čin Ja sam pravde šraf Što dolazi da udari paraf
Da me bije glas da me ima svuda Da ih sečem posle konopca i ropca Milosti nema, nema žala za njih je Moja četa Četa kanibala Što dolazi ko vetar Što nas nosi kao glas Kao silan at što prašina prati Iza horizonta
Da sam zajeban kao Atila Han I mesto mača nosim šat-gan I daga daga - da ga kada čujem Volim taj zvuk i tada psujem Pljujem! - svaki novi leš A šta je dalje to je jasno kao dan Puni šat-gan
Puni šat-gan Hoću da prosi, hoću da moli Hoću da oseti da ga zaboli Ološ - pada u koš Pred noge Jer sam dželat, egzekutor Grešnih ljudi zadnji tutor Što ih krati prosto Ko dlanom o dlan Puni šat-gan
Da sam zajeban kao Atila Han Da me bije glas Da sam zajeban kao Atila Han Da sam zajeban
Na strujanju zraka se čuju i njišu Kosti o niti Da li bi i ti?! Iza horizonta Da iskopa te pas I ptice nađu Rasutog po zemlji Nad grobom I da se slade tobom?! Iza horizonta
Da sam zajeban kao Atila Han Da me bije glas Da sam zajeban kao Atila Han Kao Atila Han
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I always see a sin and always the first one No matter how carefull and small it is I see it and I am always here
I'm spontaneous like a lightning I'm the act of nature I'm a screw of justice That comes to hit the paraph
That I am on the voice To be everywhere That I cut them after the rope and death rattle No mercy, no regrets For them my troop is the troop of cannibals that comes like a wind that carry us like a voice like the forceful stud followed by dust Beyond the horizon
That I'm fucked up like Attila Hun and instead of a sword I carry shotgun and boom boom - boom when I hear it I love that sound and that's when I swear I spit! - every new corpse and what comes next is clear as daylight load the shotgun
Load the shotgun I want him to beg, I want him to pray I want him to feel, to be in pain scum - falls into basket before my feet I'm the headsman, executor The last tutor of sinful people Who cuts them simple like a strike of the palms Load the shotgun
That I'm fucked up like Attila Hun That I'm on the voice That I'm fucked up like Attila Hun That I'm fucked up
In the air flow can be heard and are swinging Bones on strings Would you, too?! Beyond the horizon to be excavated by a dog and found by birds scattered over the ground over Your grave And that they savour with You?! Beyond the horizon
That I'm fucked up like Attila Hun That I'm on the voice That I'm fucked up like Attila Hun Like Attila Hun