SHARK-ONE - Сон наяву
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куплет 1:
У меня в паре слепой лесоруб - валит наобум,
Я - филолог-обувщик, тебя граммотно обул.
Пру против теченья как застройщик плотины,
Не швея, но тоже хочу, чтоб за строчки платили
Здесь ты не прижился, будто грузчик писклявый в порту,
Ведь слушать тебя словно блевать с кляпом во рту.
Лучше бы очки напялил, как фанат Давидса,
Погляди на свою шею: там канат давится.
За свой музыкальный вкус в Голландии борись, но верь.
Я слушаю Dead by April, твой кумир Борис Апрель.
За твой язык тебя на площади спалит народ
Пояс верности тебе пора напялить на рот.
Чтоб понять, что твой стиль говно Не надо рекомендаций.
Мой совет: тебе пора давно где-то там в реку кидаться.
Где хребет твой? Ты тряпка половая многим.
Хочешь забить гол, но я подкатом поломаю ноги
припев:
Бойся ночного кошмара
Снова ты ноешь, как шмара.
Правду скажи себе пока нас нет
Не надо жить будто ты во сне.
куплет 2:
С подачей лок дога говори, что ты у нас тру
Ты настолько вял, что некрофил тебя принял за труп.
Может медитация? по тебе плакал Тибет.
Найду ветеринара, пусть он лечит собаку в тебе.
Сфоткай корову. Зачем? План не без толку прям
Это твой последний шанс сказать, что ты телку снял
Соперник понял всё, пакует где-то вещи он
Мне приснилось, что я выйграл баттл - это вещий сон
Capabit 1:
I have a blind lumberjack in a pair - it is at random,
I am a philologist -probe, I shod you a mercifully.
Pru against the teething as a developer of the dam,
Not seamstress, but I also want to pay for the lines
Here you did not take root, like a squeaky loader in the port,
After all, listen to you as if to puke with a gag in your mouth.
It would be better to put glasses like a fan of Davids,
Look at your neck: there the rope chokes there.
For your musical taste in Holland, fight, but believe.
I listen to Dead by April, your idol Boris April.
For your tongue, people will sleep in the square
The belt of fidelity is time for you to put on your mouth.
To understand that your style is shit of recommendations.
My advice: you have to throw it at the river for a long time.
Where is your ridge? You are sexual rag to many.
If you want to score a goal, but I will break my legs with a tint
chorus:
Fear the nightmare
Again you whine like a shmara.
Tell yourself the truth while we are not
No need to live as if you were in a dream.
Trudely 2:
With the presentation of Lock Doga, say that you are we have
You are so sluggish that the necrophil took you by the corpse.
Maybe meditation? Tibet cried for you.
I will find a veterinarian, let him treat the dog in you.
Find a cow. What for? The plan is not right to no avail
This is your last chance to say that you took off the chick
The opponent understood everything, he packs somewhere things
I dreamed that I had gathered Battle - this is a prophetic dream
I have a blind lumberjack in a pair - it is at random,
I am a philologist -probe, I shod you a mercifully.
Pru against the teething as a developer of the dam,
Not seamstress, but I also want to pay for the lines
Here you did not take root, like a squeaky loader in the port,
After all, listen to you as if to puke with a gag in your mouth.
It would be better to put glasses like a fan of Davids,
Look at your neck: there the rope chokes there.
For your musical taste in Holland, fight, but believe.
I listen to Dead by April, your idol Boris April.
For your tongue, people will sleep in the square
The belt of fidelity is time for you to put on your mouth.
To understand that your style is shit of recommendations.
My advice: you have to throw it at the river for a long time.
Where is your ridge? You are sexual rag to many.
If you want to score a goal, but I will break my legs with a tint
chorus:
Fear the nightmare
Again you whine like a shmara.
Tell yourself the truth while we are not
No need to live as if you were in a dream.
Trudely 2:
With the presentation of Lock Doga, say that you are we have
You are so sluggish that the necrophil took you by the corpse.
Maybe meditation? Tibet cried for you.
I will find a veterinarian, let him treat the dog in you.
Find a cow. What for? The plan is not right to no avail
This is your last chance to say that you took off the chick
The opponent understood everything, he packs somewhere things
I dreamed that I had gathered Battle - this is a prophetic dream
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