Czerwony Rum

It starts playing, and immediately you feel like you've landed in hell: instead of greetings, there are curses, instead of balloons, there are splashes of blood on the walls. Grotesque, black humor, and unbridled imagination turn the entire track into a caricatured horror, where cruelty is presented with such hyperbole that it becomes more like a splatterpunk comic than a threat. Shock therapy, absurdity, and mockery of the genre itself - it's as if rap has switched to trash cinema mode and is now playing the role of an evil clown with a grenade in his teeth instead of candy.

Composer: Christian Silakovsky.

Lyrics: Wojciech Zawadzki