Билли Ногами, Млечный Сок, Ekars - Сталин
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Billy Nogami, verse 1:

There will be a lot of blood...

To hit with a syllable,
There must be a slogan:

There will be a lot of blood - you will remember God,

We will fly into your lair,
We will even squeeze the logo,
Nothing is sacred,
You will never meet such an animal again.

Hairy belly,
Watermelon vomit,

Ask for a feat?
Here it is,

As if a photo for memory,
Vladivostok - background,
Only in the summer is awesome or in the latest iPhone,

And whoever is trash in form - died long ago,
There are no guarantees that tomorrow will come,

My character is sick of me - I'm a stubborn ram,
I'll sit alone in a boat and into the horizon on the pores,
From these freaks...

There will be a lot of blood (x2)

Ekars, verse 2:

Oh my God...
Oh my God:
The first word is like a wate-fall - oh yeah...

The smells of hell,
Where they descended repeatedly,

They say they don't understand,
Where is the lie and where is the truth:
Where can we, sinners,
Under the stench of the reptile, the plastic world -
My city is like Pripyat,
And here every second one was washed up pretty badly,
Marked and estimated,
And went out with this
As if he threw it out psyche, turned inside out, pulled out,
So that the stuck dogs would penetrate,
Arrays of black neighborhoods,

My huge Russia:
My huge and in a cage,
blue:
Clogged hands with collarbones in frost,

They will not be found alive again (x2)

I will not exchange all the crosses for gold,
I am simply taking everything that belongs to me from now on,
These jackals have howled away all their own,
We have all, again, lost the habit,
But the shuttle is returning to orbit,
Feed us breakfast,
After all, tomorrow may not come at all,
My wake will be, like a concert in "Olympus",

Ends in the water,
That's it, get out...

Speed
higher,
Catch the broadcast on the network,
How much
it came out,
Traffic packages with surplus,

Shadow boxing,
On sizhke,

Boy bands - fuck,
We are purely individualists,
In this game of boys,
Like grown men:

Like raised warriors of darkness,

What is it like to be them,
Faceless and similar,
One after another,
These faces,

Ash features of grayness,
And signs of suicide:

Ghosts...

Signs of soon being at death's door,
Even for those who seem not to be with them,
At first glance...

From autumn to spring,
From spring to autumn,

There will always be something good to remember...
For Stalin Joseph.

And we'll come back as the "red menace"...

Milky Juice, verse 3:

Red menace, 8 by 8 camera
Everything we did was right - life made us:
Kill and sleep peacefully,

Yes, son...

Robbed and raped, while you were still in the nursery...

Not the style of a tiger, but there will be a lot of blood,
In the mare there is an elixir - I call it "the hand of God",
A couple of bongs will smooth out a swarm of abrasions on the sleeves,
A glass eye - in the center of the black Mariana Trench.

Wherever you spit - there are innocents and nothing more,
They make makli, drink strong tea and smoke strictly three...

They greet the youth from the doorway,
But they don't throw rags under their feet anymore...

Pffff...

Here it is decided how fat you are equipped,
Are the cartridges loaded into the magazine correctly,
Although now it is like this everywhere - it turns out we are all fucked:
Russia is my "Black Dolphin", I am a convicted prisoner in it,

Roses on my shoulders and knees,
Unforgiven, but not having taken a pose,
But once upon a time Koba robbed convoys,
Remember what happened to him after,
Remember who he became after...