[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up (Ye, ye)
Yeah, you know what it is (What up, kid?)
Yo, aight, look, check it, it's going down (Ye, ye, ye)
You know how I go (Ye, ye, ye)
Wu-Tang forever
Paraziții
No question, no question
Let's go, baby

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo
Get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk check
You know the status
Big carats, up in the chain
It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep
I smoke lots of good shit
Yeah, son, running the club from here to U.S
Next stop - Bucharest
Fly n***a with millions lay in the spot
Where the police never come
'Cause them n***as is scared to death
Got my little hungry, little A-1s with me (Ye)
Ready to blow something, Ray, come get me
What it is yo' stackin', one jackin' like black bums
But got mad money, throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and n***as who ride high
All over the world my n***as supply pot
Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz
So when you see us below this payments kid
Can't stop us
Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes
Who really get down, and shop octopuses
Sushi, n***as stay flyin' Gucci
If paper's a crime, then n***a, then shoot me
Check it out, n***a Fly Killers call us the live
Five deadly venoms who got style
We got to get 'em
You know the kids meany
Regardless of the beat pop-off
We gonna get down
Let's warm Paraziții!
[Chorus: Cheloo]
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 2: Cheloo]
Stop bitching and get ready for the show
My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow
Check the flow!
You know the plan is to see Paraziții on CD
At low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
Fuck money, fuck tax fees
We throw shit on everybody from the nineties like this
We are the white boys making noise
We chase ugly bitches with rubber dildos, big dick toys
I'm so fucking funny, what the fuck? I'm vicious
I don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious
Now it's time to come down from cloud nine
Where the weather is fucking fine
We can buy happiness with one dime
Only one time so keep in mind:
Life is like running on ice, it's like roll the dice
If you don't like prison, fool, you better be nice
I'm sending this message to the shit hole you call home
You invisible cocksucker, stand by the phone
Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit
If you feel shitty then you must be full of shit
Here is the message I'm trying to transmit:
[Chorus: Cheloo]
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Verse 3: Ombladon]
My rhymes can make your instinct think, take it as a rape
Make no mistake, this musical state is not fucking fake
You can suck my dick and relocate
For me drinking is a sport – victory
Drinking up my money for child support
If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard
And save all your fucking prayers for the Lord
I'm always ready to drink my way through life
As I hold my dick and piss all night
As a new born child I never sucked milk from my mom's tit
'Cause my dick gets hard - this I have to admit
I'm so sick, but my mind is bright
And I can bang your wife at cityhall in the daylight
People like good news and happy endings
I like fine bitches on their knees, I'm standing
All women are bitches except my lady back home
And of course, your bitch, if you don't listen to this alone
[Chorus: Cheloo]
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking
Fuck money, fuck grammar, fuck fashion
I've got something to say: my words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Harass me, arrest me for joking

[Outro: Cheloo]
Listen up, here we go
Raekwon, Paraziții
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM
Listen up
Raekwon, Paraziții
I feel the hip-hop classic BPM