Najgorszy Kawałek Świata!
[Style of Music: Experimental total failure, discordant circus polka, aggressive death metal drums clashing with elevator jazz, out of tune bagpipes, off-beat vocals, shifting tempos, chaotic noise, amateur recording, distorted glitches, vocal cracking, tone deaf, annoying sounds, shitty flute, no mixing, broken speaker effect . ]
Najgorszy Kawałek Świata!
[Style of Music: Experimental total failure, discordant circus polka, aggressive death metal drums clashing with elevator jazz, out of tune bagpipes, off-beat vocals, shifting tempos, chaotic noise, amateur recording, distorted glitches, vocal cracking, tone deaf, annoying sounds, shitty flute, no mixing, broken speaker effect . ]
Lyrics
Najgorszy Kawałek Świata!
Intro
No...
puszczaj to...
czy coś.
Raz, sześć, osiemnaścieee.!
Verse 1
Idę do sklepu, bo nie mam buta,
W szafie mi gra zepsuta trąba – tuta.
Kupiłem ser, ale to był gips,
Mój pies ma na imię... chyba Chips?
(Sudden loud burp) PIEROGI!!!
Chorus
Kanapka z fiaskiem, woda bez szklanki,
W szafach stoją brudne falbanki!
Hehehe... , no i te, yyyy... te, nooo... Firankiiii!!!
A moje życie jest... no takie... pieskie.
Firanki zasłaniają sklepienie niebieskie...
Hehehe...
Interlude
Verse 2
Dlaczego rura...
o ruro moja...
Stoisz tam prosto jak... paranoja.
Zjem teraz gwóźdź, popiję go z tynkiem,
Jestem artystą... czy może szyszynkiem?
(Voice 2: Rapping very fast but with no flow, just stuttering and spitting into the mic)
K-k-k-kapusta, pusta, lustra, lustra... yyy... jakie lustra?
no.. brudne lustra m-m-m-mózg mi chrusta!
Łeee!...!
I ta nie świeża kapustaaa!
Bridge
(Whisper): Nie słuchaj tego. Moja mama mówi, że to ładne.
Chorus
Kanapka z fiaskiem, woda bez szklanki,
W szafach stoją brudne falbanki!
Hehehe... , no i te, yyyy... te, nooo... Firankiiii!!!
A moje życie jest... no takie... pieskie.
Firanki zasłaniają sklepienie niebieskie...
Hehehe...
Outro
Dobra, starczy, idę na obiad.
Ej, a to się nagrało w ogóle?
The Worst Slice of the World!
Intro
No…
just play it…
or something.
One, six, eighteeeeen!
Verse 1
I’m walking to the store ‘cause I’m missing a shoe,
My closet’s playing a broken trumpet—toot-toot!
I bought some cheese, but it was plaster,
My dog’s name is… uh… Chips? Maybe?
(Sudden loud burp) PIEROGI!!!
Chorus
A sandwich with disaster, water with no glass,
Dirty ruffles standing in my cupboards!
Hehehe… and those, uhhh… those, yeahhh… CURTAINS!!!
And my life is… well… kinda dog-like.
The curtains block the heavenly dome…
Hehehe…
Interlude
Verse 2
Why’s that pipe…
oh, my pipe…
standing there straight like… paranoia?
I’ll eat a nail, wash it down with plaster,
Am I an artist… or just a chunk of ham?
(Voice 2)
K-k-k-kraut! Empty! Mirrors, mirrors… uhh… what mirrors?!
Yeah… dirty mirrors—they’re scrambling my brain!
Blegh!...!
And that cabbage… not even fresh!!!
Bridge
(Whisper) Don’t listen to this. My mom says it’s nice.
Chorus
A sandwich with disaster, water with no glass,
Dirty ruffles standing in my cupboards!
Hehehe… and those, uhhh… those, yeahhh… CURTAINS!!!
And my life is… well… kinda dog-like.
The curtains block the heavenly dome…
Hehehe…
Outro
(Voice) Alright, that’s enough—I’m off to lunch.
Hey… did this even record?