Джо Ктулху - Лунная походка
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Half a year
There was a native sleeping unit with a coffin
I almost wet the gunpowder in me
He hid the good into the cocoon, survived without the one whose love died
I lost friends, found the enemies of the crowd

On the hump of the Torbu, where the rum-bole with a notebook
And here you have a new track - sweat with blood, fruit of anger, trunk in the throat, my gotham, words combo,
Hacking code, move against
Those with whom it was side-o-cap

I am not the one who sold my slot
The number of clones is growing, as if they were stamped hip-hop robot
I have a hop-hop-a hobby, but my hip-hop experience
Allows you to see that your hip-hop is Yoban, as if hip-hop forum

I'm no longer a coma player
And ready to take rock hobbit, the dragon will open an eye
I have my own Joker and not one leaf of a crkkan in which the lines are hundreds.
I'm ready for battle

Here is a million zombies from which it is driving
Plus there is so much water in their songs, I’m like an employee of Morflot,
And the Floo seemed to be included in the skeleton,
Then they put a cork in the mouth

Gorgon's gaze
How many demons do not drive me out of me, there will still be a lot of them
Solo again, but not a khan
And to hook everyone,
Instead of stones, I throw them a bomb in the garden

I walk with a lunar gait on sharp blades
These are not just songs, but retribution collected from the sea
Someone will indicate the road to space to me with the voice of Zeus, the constellations

Past of flattery contests and absorptions where Emsi's stripes sniff
With a set of consequences and sketches of the text
I walk with a lunar gait on sharp blades

Charged ash to create a phoenix
I got up in front of everyone, as if in your eyes the stairs
The asses flashed as if Goust Ryder
Everyone who thought was that he is a nail of a party

Aesthetics and culture are completely alien
I wanted peace, but you went into a dick, a fool
For a long time I saved all this, and do not shut up the ktulhu
The language works as if it are a cult of kuni

All my truth is the depth and darkness of the walls,
Where the groove and dubstra
I am a culinary specialist and a master here
I launched all my boomerangs into the dawn,
They are connected with me, like a bureau Time and Max Payne

I send out the provisions to the enemies,
Cyanide is a ticket to the heavenly promenade, for now!
Details will not describe the old lavcraft
A marginal horn will break about me
I live as if Dorian Poskat printed himself

And you are rats, like a spinter, everything
I got into my black man, but this is not Splinter Sal
They want war, Roy's grave, Joe!
But my rhymes are a swarm of bees, like Roy Jones

I'm not grabbing the images
There is just a muse, grab it during sex by my hair
I freezed everyone, but not sub-ziro
Now no one writes to the colonel, fuck everyone, the colonel has become strong

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I walk with a lunar gait on sharp blades
These are not just songs, but retribution collected from the sea
Someone will indicate the road to space to me with the voice of Zeus, the constellations

Past of flattery contests and absorptions where Emsi's stripes sniff
With a set of consequences, sketches of the text
I walk with a lunar gait on sharp blades