Eripe – Hit Me Bedi One More Time
“I’ll remember everyone who lied about me
Shared disses about me, insulted me and my friends
And Everyone who turned around when there was a chance to go with me
Because it seemed like I was in a losing position
Huh, what the fu*k is he talking about?
Hit me, Bedi, one more time
Okay, Tabaluga, round two – they’ll be shocked
Those who believed your fairy tales, from the Valley of the Dragons
Now you’re bragging about fuking me – I don’t believe it So when you apologized, you weren’t sincere? Listen to me, fuk, Mr. Half Tony Montana
Apology not accepted – you’ll be fu*ked until morning
My crew was five hundred miles away, boy
And that’s not fake distance like on your track
I didn’t understand half your lines (Oops)
Just like your fans, half mine
Why did you write a diss about me with your d!ck sticking out?
Is this some kind of subliminal homo message?
They did a victory lap like after Exit Poll.
But the train keeps moving, they haven’t left the track (Smileys)
You have skill in role-playing.
Each of you looks like a pedophile cosplay.
In photos with your friends, you look like a cool uncle.
The kind of uncle who touches children with his d!ck.
You’re a mediocre activist—why are you so tense?
You don’t like exercise, but the thought of marching makes you puke.
Major Staśko, you’re no better than me.
Ageism hurts as much as fat shaming.
Will you drop the scales, will I lose my argument? I’m waiting for your vlogs.
When you roll the mat off the floor, you Yogi Bear.
And I don’t really feel like I’m even fighting here.
This obedient whre raps and dances on command. What are you doing? Joe Exotic after a year in Bydgoszcz? Polish Post Malone, who forgot to fast? You’ll make that dream come true with “Brokeback Mountain” — you d!ckhead. So what’s next? On the Transatlantic with Rafalala? It’s so fuking hot right now, it’ll make my titties have a heart attack.
Your best punch lines in the diss are quotes from me.
Oh come on, that track of yours is hardcore.
You could put any nickname in there, it would eat you up.
You’re musical as fuk, just like Janko. And you’ll die like him too, because you sneaked in (by stealth). I run this business, it’s exaggerated. Children will blow themselves up on TikTok. Because it’s as flammable as nitroglycerin. And money here is a cnt, I count it in rhymes.
You’re opening for Fifty, I see a few similarities.
He also recorded a s*xtape, but he paid the fine.
Unless you paid too, then tell the sponsors here.
How much does it take to piss off the prosecutors? (Ouch)
This is beef, not stand-up in Jastarnia.
You can’t eat this, I’m giving you so much meat on ration cards.
You have that actress’s name, it’s sticky on your lips.
Oh, cruel fate, fuk, not that pancreas. A liar like Jim Carrey, but Bedi plays funny. The title of his autobiography — “Me, Boris and I” (There was no guerrilla there) Second verse (Did I have to warn you? “Hey, watch out, there’s a b0mb going off”) (Oh, fuk)
He said Tomb didn’t have time — he’s lying again.
He proposed himself on his story, on Instagram.
But you wrote it yourself, well, fu*k, it’s amazing.
For a rapper to brag that he wrote it himself, that’s a hit.
I understand, I won’t buy your fans’ approval.
I’m a d!ck, some people don’t care about me, others don’t give a damn.
Congratulations — on your education, because I see, b!tch.
So that He sucked his friend’s balls instead of giving him serums.
And as for pracuj.pl, what are you guys doing?
That you mock full-time jobs and working people?
That cnt probably never worked a day in her life. Just like she never got over her childhood trauma. I shook Borisko’s hand to stop crying. But the fuking Bedoes won’t come out of the boy.
Which Bedi will be drawn today? Friendly or furious?
Sick or healthy? Cuddlesome or disgusting?
It’s unknown, even in STS, the odds are equal.
Because the drum of the drawing machine is never empty.
I’ve had an answer to every line of yours for a long time now (Give me a break)
Hit me, Bedi, one more time
(Time, time, time, time)
Would you like this to be the end? Just a moment.
A few things from the therapist’s couch.
It’s sweet that you’re sending me to him.
But I think you should have been first in line there.
I know you only want acceptance here.
But the way you’re trying to get it is disgusting.
From manipulation to manipulation.
As long as they don’t turn their backs on you.
But they’ll turn their backs on you anyway. And that’s what scares you so much.
“Be yourself” — that’s the worst advice for you.
Your self-love is clouding your reality.
A moment of silence on social media and it’s wearing you down.
With threats that you’ll remember your enemies, it came out a bit weak.
Who are you going to call now to apologize? It’s high time to believe in acceptance.
You accept that you’re weak.
The only goal of everything you do is to make money.
You pretend you’re good—you want to be known.
For me, it’s always just rap, for you, it’s just rap.
Because you’d be nothing without those drags.
You had to invent yourself, because the real “you” would never impress anyone here.
And if things don’t work out for you—you’ll be alone. So what are you going to do?
My people will definitely stand behind me here.
People who want to make money with you will stand behind you.
I have real friends, not a gang.
Are you talking to me about love? This is ridiculous.
You love yourself, that doesn’t make you an expert.
I have a wonderful wife, a house, a dog, and a job that sometimes gets annoying.
And at the end of the day, I never have to avoid the mirror.
So everything you tell me just rolls off my back.
Because I have a great life, it’s not flex.
I wish you the same, but forgive me.
You’re a terrible person, so suffer.
[Eripe – Hit Me Bedi One More Time Lyrics]
