Smrcem amfetamin

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Smrcem amfetamin
smrcem amfetamin
smrcem amfetamin
pogledaj kuravu

Smrcem, smrcem
smrcem amfetamin

Kurave iskaravam u zutare
dvesto konja vozim skutere
kurave iskaravam u zutare

Struzem malter
u sobi sa zidovi
secem ga burazere
s razno-razni spidovi

Zima steze
zalozio sam kamin
umesto kapi za nos
smrcem amfetamin

Smrcem amfetamin, sta, sta
smrcem amfetamin, sta, sta

Kenjas, kada kazes
da je roba secena
pogledaj kuravu
kako je izbecena

U gradu vlada
metaminska ekspanzija
smrcem amfetamin
smrcem amfetamin

Pandur me samara
pandur mene gazi
jer nas'o mi u cegama
spid i ekstazi

Kad mi vreme
sporo u celiji prolazi
kurac mi u bulju
ponekad ulazi

Nemoj da mi abortiras
nerodjenog sina
ima da se skinem
sa metanfetamina

U gradu vlada
metaminska ekspanzija

Mikri motherfuckin' Maus

Smrcem amfetamin
smrcem amfetamin
smrcem, smrcem
smrcem amfetamin

Dop caruje
Mikri daspi valja
s'a 'e bilo, tebra
ne dam ti na ler

Smcem, smrcem
smrcem amfetamin
yeah, word to the mother

Ne radi me koka
zato radim spidic
Mancester Junajted
Nemanja Vidic

Mikri radi koku
Mikri radi spidic
koku, spidic
koku

Mikri radi
s'a 'e je bilo, tebra
Mikri radi spidic
Mikri radi koku
Mikri radi spidic

S'a 'e bilo, tebra
Mikri radi koku
kurave iskaravam u zutare
Mikri radi koku
Mikri radi koku

S'a 'e blo, tebra
smrcem amfetamin
s'a 'e bilo, tebra
smrcem amfetamin

Smrcem amfetamin, sta, sta
kurave iskaravam, sta, sta
s'a 'e bilo, tebra, sta, sta
kurave iskaravam, sta, sta
smrcem amfetamin, sta, sta
s'a 'e bilo, tebra, sta, sta

Smrcem amfetamin

“Šmrčem amfetamin” (“I Snort Amphetamine”) is built to provoke. Its refrain repeats the act named in the title, while the verses pile up sexual boasting, money, speed and contempt for other people. The lyric offers little reflective distance from its narrator’s excess; that is part of its shock tactic, but also its limitation. The track gives the listener a persona announcing self-destruction as bravado, without making clear whether the performance is satire, confession or deliberately ugly theater.

That ambiguity matters because the song’s language risks turning substance use into a badge of reckless cool. A close reading need not endorse that posture. The repeated hook is less an argument than a blunt performance of compulsion, and its narrow vocabulary leaves almost no room for consequence or aftermath. The result can be heard as a character pushed toward caricature, but the lyric does not itself provide a clear frame that tells the audience how to interpret the exaggeration.

Mikri Maus is a Serbian hip-hop artist, and the track’s explicit content places it in a deliberately confrontational rap mode. Independent criticism or contextual reporting specific to this song did not surface in the search. It is more responsible to describe the provocation than to invent a satirical intention or claim that listeners read it a particular way. “Šmrčem amfetamin” makes excess its entire stage persona; its unresolved question is whether repeating a destructive boast exposes the danger or simply makes the danger sound like a style.