Motto:
A police officer meets a suspicious-looking man on the street. He greets him:
- Have a good day!
- What kind of stolen car? I don't know anything about it - he replies.
A police officer meets a suspicious-looking man on the street. He greets him:
- Have a good day!
- What kind of stolen car? I don't know anything about it - he replies.
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A few months ago, rapper Majka wrote a song called "It's trickles, it drips" and made a great music video for it. In it, he plays the prime minister of "Bingestan" named Pjetrö Pandur (Majka's original name is Péter Majoros), who holds a press conference to clarify the corruption charges against him, but somebody pours truth serum in his drink and he admits that he did everything only out of self-interest, everything is only about money.
You can watch it here, but at the end of the article I will quote the full text of the clip, in case it disappears from Youtube (although why would it disappear, there is democracy and freedom of speech here, or what the hell).
He recently performed the song at a concert, and at the end, a fellow musician pretended to shoot Pandur Pjetrö in the head with a microphone.
The government side immediately attacked Majka with all its might: How can you imagine publicly inciting the 'people' to kill the Prime Minister? The Brussels-based, war-mongering, fuck-you opposition has obviously paid for its stupidity!
Now I don't understand how could Our Wise Leader know this about himself?? Because if this is really about him...
You can watch it here, but at the end of the article I will quote the full text of the clip, in case it disappears from Youtube (although why would it disappear, there is democracy and freedom of speech here, or what the hell).
He recently performed the song at a concert, and at the end, a fellow musician pretended to shoot Pandur Pjetrö in the head with a microphone.
The government side immediately attacked Majka with all its might: How can you imagine publicly inciting the 'people' to kill the Prime Minister? The Brussels-based, war-mongering, fuck-you opposition has obviously paid for its stupidity!
Now I don't understand how could Our Wise Leader know this about himself?? Because if this is really about him...
It's trickles, it drips
Money, money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
Money, money-money-money-money-money-money, little sweet money
Money, come he-e-ere now!
I've been the nations cock for almost 8 years!
All I had to yell was: „Russians go home!”
That little money came in handy and I wasn't even scared
And I only lost one of my eyes while protesting
We became bigger and bigger, like a congregation
All I had to do was talk shit about the gays
We laughed at the morons, that this is what makes us money
All we had to do was make promises, circus and bread
Then it was obvious that we needed a plan
So I figured everything out with my childhood buddies
The majority of my crew is verified by law
And if we have to hit the streets, they can hit real hard!
An old buddy appeared, he knocked on my door
He smelled the money, he used to swindle back in the days
We washed him clean, made everything right about him
That's why I made him the minister of finance later!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Whoops, a few billions, let me pocket that!
It was already worth it to wake up today
I used to still tremble for the first twenty
But I didn't stress for the rest after
This car sure can speed
It's all your money, don't worry!
I always find some luxury, sorry
I bought a watch, bag, rainforest
And a secretary with a real deep throat!
So all we had to do was get through the elections
And think of some good slogan again
We needed something to make them scared
Something complicated that they can't understand
We were careful with the jews, because there's lots of them
And they stand on the good side of the money tap
There is no use in fucking with the gypsies either
They come in handy when we're near the finish line!
Public procurement outsourced, hooligans check!
Amnesty for the friends of friends!
And if you pay a few journalist out of your pocket
Those eager dickheads will write down anything!
Yeah!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Oh, you heavenly
Oh, you divine Gangsta!
If need be, he will do it
If need be, he will take, and not give it
Brave leader, his skin is white as snow
He fights for our ideals, for women and men
For the homeland, for God
And for every single children!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Listen here sweet cheeks
Do you know why we did this whole thing?
What all this fucking hype was about?
For what else, huh?
Money, money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
Money, money-money-money-money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
God damn, I love money so much!
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