[Verse 1]
Rake, watering can, hoe, panama hat, dictator
Garden chores, patches (Ah), working with a shovel (Yeah)
Extermination (Yeah) of weed sprouts
In favor of rare breeds of noble seeds (Oh)
Ideas of superiority (Aha) against the ideas of brotherhood
Often work, not only on the garden patches
But precisely here I understood the meaning
And the idea hit my brain
To challenge the author
Right hemisphere of the brain (Yeah) sends and impulse to the shovel
And hеre I am, already in the midst of thе patches in a deep mine
Face covered in dust and sweat (Aha), body covered in bruises and scratches
My path lies deeper than the bottom of the Mariana Trench
Through the layers of the mantle (Aha), spitting on friction (Yeah)
Through oil wells, basalt and silicon
Through (Aha) molten magma to the cherished goal
There, where are boiler's tanks and it smells of sulfur
Hi, fiends (Ah), the roof is on fire
And here I am, in a world without God and free Wi-Fi
Yes, this is cooler, than the adventure of Phileas Fogg
I have searched for you for so-o-o long
[Chorus]
Hey, Hitler (Oh), wass up, wass up?
How are you in hell?
Check out my gorgeous payots
By the way, Harlem boys say hello (A-ah)
Hey, Hitler (Oh), wass up, wass up?
How are you in hell?
Check out my gorgeous payots
By the way, Harlem boys say hello (A-ah)
Rake, watering can, hoe, panama hat, dictator
Garden chores, patches (Ah), working with a shovel (Yeah)
Extermination (Yeah) of weed sprouts
In favor of rare breeds of noble seeds (Oh)
Ideas of superiority (Aha) against the ideas of brotherhood
Often work, not only on the garden patches
But precisely here I understood the meaning
And the idea hit my brain
To challenge the author
Right hemisphere of the brain (Yeah) sends and impulse to the shovel
And hеre I am, already in the midst of thе patches in a deep mine
Face covered in dust and sweat (Aha), body covered in bruises and scratches
My path lies deeper than the bottom of the Mariana Trench
Through the layers of the mantle (Aha), spitting on friction (Yeah)
Through oil wells, basalt and silicon
Through (Aha) molten magma to the cherished goal
There, where are boiler's tanks and it smells of sulfur
Hi, fiends (Ah), the roof is on fire
And here I am, in a world without God and free Wi-Fi
Yes, this is cooler, than the adventure of Phileas Fogg
I have searched for you for so-o-o long
[Chorus]
Hey, Hitler (Oh), wass up, wass up?
How are you in hell?
Check out my gorgeous payots
By the way, Harlem boys say hello (A-ah)
Hey, Hitler (Oh), wass up, wass up?
How are you in hell?
Check out my gorgeous payots
By the way, Harlem boys say hello (A-ah)
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