There was dark figure A hooded man sitting beside campfire It was Boris Slav superstar He was asleep Little did the Boris know That his shashlik had already burned The end Hello renegades It’s tovarisch Boris coming to liberate you from your kompot Power of hardbass I call for you! Critical psychoactive emission level No, why is that? Is my ex girlfriend close here? Oh hey it even looks like her And you cannot keep track of the ammo… Oy sh*t! Blyat cyka! Did he just die of heart attack? Tchevo blyat Man, these bandits must be really low on supplies if they start sending people with heart problems out And that’s how you open boxes like a slav But for now my friends, I’ll see you next time Stay cheeki breeki!