Побереги, побереги, пьяными народными созданиями Тупо делитанты у нас в здании Тупо по рядам рассадил, парами
Вижу баррикадами закрылись в карманы Добираю силы, атакую статами Думал барагозим мы за деньги, фарм-маны, фарм - маны, фарм - маны, фарм - маны
Пакую чемоданы, След на ебле уебанов, Околосится на радость, Шаг все ближе за оградой.
Мокрый шаг, Огонь на кон, на понт возьми меня, Но тут вагон,лимон проблем ,изъян Я улетаю, в смысле падаю на грудь Зарядил узи патроном, но меня здесь не найдут
И ты свободен,но удо. Импакт в висок. Порвать в кусок. Зашиваю им рот.
И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами,
И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами, И пахнет тайнами. Overtime - time on the bench, Bulava flies into clapping zenki, Turn on the island of checks, Homely on the shoulders collapse the wall
I'm coming from my mouth, I get away from a spoiled coin, A tigress aims aiming at the extraction of a transaction, The secrets will be hidden from the note tightly in the binding, In the cage of the rat, the branches dried
Tenacious - let it be, it will be so On the spot On the channel The head thought to the beat, but did not roll the booth, Passed minimal, the mine sea settled in the sorcerers
Rubbed with a grater of the eye He sees far away The sound is extinguished, in the columns soak Infutal mobs, hands are squeezing in their hands, not counting unnecessary masses
Your Pont was lured I see a booth, I fly into the crowd Hands lined up
Hands up, on the floor there I will fall on the spot I keep guns in two hands In the word Kroy
Rapers ball And the blasphemy to us, brother? Fonc sets the table I drown the truth
A sense leaves the syllable Tears behind the scenes The clone catches up with a bug He eats glorious
Stew, coast, drunken folk creatures Stupidly divitants in our building Stupidly planted in rows, in pairs
I see the barricades closed in my pockets I am getting my strength, attacking stats We thought Baragosim for money, farm man, farm - mana, farm - mana, farm - mana
I pack my suitcases The trace of the fucked fuckers, Supplies to joy Step closer behind the fence.
Wet step, Fire on Kon, take me to the pont, But here is a carriage, lemon problems, flaws I'm flying away, in the sense of falling on my chest Charged an ultrasound with a cartridge, but they will not find me here
And you are free, but parole. Impact in the temple. Tear into a piece. I sew up their mouths.
And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets
And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets And it smells of secrets.