уннв - Ичи тригер фингер нигаз
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We smoke, we believe, we know what you need
We smoke, we believe, we know what you need
We smoke, we believe, we know what you need
We smoke, we believe, we know what you need

Even plants from the shadows stretched their sprouts towards the sun
These sad songs are for the corpse that did not wake up
The ass sagged on the chair and choked on his ass
Your mother hen will flush your attic

The cap has slipped from idleness, and in the eyes of fuck
Your bones will be incinerated like a captive pack of KENT
You tore your shirt in public, you turn the devil on your hat
At home the pillow is wet, apparently there is no scarf

It’s like you’re a fierce dad here, and nothing matters to you
But your poverty inside is just full of crap
The high voltage current is not enough to achieve the result
I touched the essence with my brains by unraveling the skein of threads

We f**k up motherfuckers to this wild beat
You don't find yourself here, then read between the lines
And our faces are not needed here, the truth is in the words
I'll tell you to your face that you're an asshole

From the bottom, from the outskirts, from the entrances, a familiar play to everyone
What your sick interest won't even touch
You're fucked, you won't understand what's eating away at your insides
But there is salvation for you too, suck our goodness

Ichi triger, finger nigaz, I'm under this, minus has grown
I will move under this minus, poison is poison, worms are a virus
Ichi triger, finger nigaz, I'm under this, minus has grown
I will move under this minus, poison is poison, worms are a virus

Letters come out of me like a Colgate brush
The room stinks of scan and the speakers are KOOL KEITH
Your whole inner world is like a fermented vinaigrette
In your cozy corner they shit on the parquet

I buy rhymes from the homeless and put them in a bag
It’s unlikely that the cop will tell us what a happy ending is?
A torn sneaker will crush someone's intellect in the alley
The darkness will also see the light someday

I don’t hit you with a ruble, but with a f*ck against the parapet
You’re not an icon so I can have a tete-a-tete with you
My music is the last ticket purchased
I wouldn't listen to your music even for a damn

You won't be able to help yourself build a monument here.
Here they will help stretch out the moment for a couple of years
It's the smell of paint, the smell of the streets, the smell of cigarettes
The smell of hydropon, the smell of f*ck, the smell of films

Killed but not by you, always unavailable subscriber
Don't confuse the sounds of the underground with the clinking of coins
Who there wanted to buy a membership to the brothel?
We have a patent for this black rap with the guys

Ichi triger, finger nigaz, I'm under this, minus has grown
I will move under this minus, poison is poison, worms are a virus
Ichi triger, finger nigaz, I'm under this, minus has grown
I will move under this minus, poison is poison, worms are a virus

I shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't grab any money
I don’t get tired of pressing the pedal, I’m looking for someone to kill
Life is a thin thread, damn it, and someday you'll screw it all up
Work, uncles, aunts, in the office and in the factory if you hear this

I hope you are comfortable there
But I'd like to kick you in the face
I find it funny in my company, I’ll spend my life
For the work of the guys, for the work, for the work, for those who are already dead

And he can barely walk in the morning without damaging the furrow
Looking at your beauty, I have a post
I just need smoke so my brain can work
I rape your flat mind, put socks in your mouth

And I was kicking dicks while you were there sharpening your skill
Drank whiskey, Limp bizkit and tits
Passion for risk scares my loved ones
There's no point in stopping, space, visa

Fuck your whims, TV from the balcony
You thought you were invulnerable, but the verdict is signed
I challenge the devils, I've already made a list
What the hell is kindness, your brain is just dry