Nicolai Ros to the Goul (interlude) lyrics

[Man 1 speaking]
Nicolai Ros to the goul, I come to country
Immigrant, obviously, idiot
I am from Czech Republic, we bust off real tech
I wanna' listen to hip-hop
Somebody recommend place called FatBeat
They give to me CD, "Thief & Liar"
Listen to it, now used as coaster for drink for Vodka

[Man 2 speaking]
Yo, yo you talkin' about Diabolic right now?

[Man 1 speaking]
Diabolic?

[Man 2 speaking]
Yo, let me tell you somethin'. I used to record that f*ckin' kid
That kid used to come here, never paid me a f*ckin' dollar

[Man 1 speaking]
as*h*le

[Man 2 speaking]
The kid drank my f*ckin' alcohol, he got the f*ckin' dog drunk
And I'm pretty sure the kid stole my f*ckin' headphones
[Man 1 speaking]
Piece of sh*t

[Man 2 speaking]
Let me catch that f*ckin' kid

[Man 1 speaking]
I tell you, my country we catch thief, we alligator frenzy
That's what we do in country, champion spit-boss spitter
He think he spit, I spit better than him, he not on my level