FLORAL BUGS: DIGGA

This is supposed to be a rude transport
Digga boom ba
It is supposed to be rude and greasy
Not a message
It is supposed to be so greasy
To beg you to stop
...
The bar is fucked up
Bartender, thong bar, whikey, breweries
Striptease, princesses, madmen and ladies
Bulls and bulls, crazy man

My gang without shirts
Breaks the flak on their heads
Still that gang
Fast cars
Alko is dripping on the tires
Podiatry tearing his face
Brilliantine is not a Mostowiak
Ziomal Kim, I'm rolling a lump
Kia rides you know where to hide

Digga afantos locos
You're banging on it
The parish priest collapses
Digga rolls a coco
Roll enemies, endomondo
You're a huddled type
Like fucking Kwasimodo
And the more fucked up are the acids for this
Digga basket, turn-up
It will ruffle the skull
Like a cascet digga basket, that's right
.. vacos locos, parquet pato
Wia scate, so they run ... with a wreath