Белый Материал - Трусы Эминема
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1 verse

I was born a freak, the middle kind
And asking the people, Ma called me iodo
I studied all the songs and translations,
Copied manners and faked handwriting
It turned out everything that happened
Skits me on the pitchfork - I'm a warlock
I am a former boss family of adepts Hari Krishna
I am superfluous for hip-hop, like on the asphalt skiing
From me all letters of the ladies get into the Spam folder
I went crazy that Nano Obama
You introduces 2Pac to a dead end
And me your frak, frk
On the pool of black snow fell
Eminem removed panties, and from there
As from under the horse's riding, but no matter how much it stink ....
Everything comes from him, the smell of me

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
WITHOU ARE WHITE ALL MY NATING
But why my thoughts are colored

White but not worried to live on benefits
My hobby is your Rapofobiya
I was born freak, which without rap,
How without oxygen

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2 verse

Hip-hop and I am a terrible copy
Eminem, throw us with spears
Among Hansta Reperviews I am a white dwarf
The third song in the style of reggae, thanks, Bob Marley
I shot the sheriff, but did not kill the deputy
I have little experience to jamble, sorry
Toli case on mischief of five shoals
The long-awaited client of Durkey Major Esyukov
These psychos, first breathe
Then they cut in quiet in Tsaritsyno and Vykhino
From patrol machines Blatnyak, they have a knack on the body
They thump, inhale, and then lawless
Well, after all this tell me you
What cops differ from Gopot
And a billion casnocrad is really a smaller gangster,
Than a doctor who has crushed credit and rapper that cut bits
I'm gangster, in the sense, I'm a thief, I will warp bits
How will the inspiration in such as you

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
WITHOU ARE WHITE ALL MY NATING
But why my thoughts are colored

And I am a sword, but not caviar and not before the pigs beads,
And so, its grafoman veins. Here you are, sir ...
For every day and night, I need a doctor
"The devil inside me blows my head completely"

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3 verse

Whether seriously, for the sake of laughter
But I am that who say:
Indigenous Muscovites, at the same time
They will be asked to smoke, add to beer
And I will finish deprived in this city beggars
Where no one should and nobody decides anything
So I live. Bash on Bash, you give to give.
Waiting for sales, counting cache
This is a city of contrasts, Chernov Nala
Evil pederars and stupid natural
Dear Muscovites, Graci, silence
The problem is not at all in those who call the hachi
Your Blue Dream to Limit
All over the quotas in the regions of the rescued without work
There is so dim, under vodka and snack
Social elevator if it works on the descent
Petroleum Pijones do not develop regions
That is the whole country in one city, and he moans
Formula of all places on which they put a cross
Overproduction, overcrowding, moving
Here nobody calls anyone, so I myself came
I am a white migrant worker, "Ruska I know Harasho"
So far like you did not give birth
Such as we haveanced
This city is too crazy. People are divided into those
who infuriates and those who are not interested
Let I be covered in the edges, but how neither make me
No one loves him as I do.

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
WITHOU ARE WHITE ALL MY NATING
But why my thoughts are colored

Yes, who I'm in the end
We are all white on one person
Only one more light, and in others - damp
Do not mermine the coffin for me now, I'm still growing