Чацкий ft. РАСКЛАДОФФ - Обыкновенный фашизм
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Part. Chard

And we have our own corners - there are no stripes and epaulets
In vain you do not need a gonnor, they say free wagons
While blood flows in the veins, we do not recognize people except
Those who are dealing with us who play a role in life
And if you are not zero, then listen to street rhymes
There are no teachers, manuals, but it makes sense.
While around you count all their rubles and hryvnias
We read to you in the microphone that we write on the sheets
I drove the crosses before I was born
Prevent fire from cooling inside -now my main principle
Battle smokes, and I'm waiting to get smoking faster
Not like a prince on a horse or even a prince
Pasha and Kesha are muddy fit about what is going on here
And let the Fuck Police tattoo on our backs is not on our backs
Chaos ... who managed to and crouched and crouched
Who got into the department and sat down for a long time after his affairs
I didn’t fluff up, as if they had shutdown in coffee
Scha in the soul, as in the track of Ptahi "mood-autumn"
"We will not leave our own, one four eight eight"
New motto for shkolota, which mows under the right
Think before calling us a duet of psycho
If you are a button hero and put a sipi
This does not mean that all their lives will leave the shoulders
All your words, actions, illiterate speech
Today, chicks of a young man do not take care of the honor
They will only see a patch on the moan -they will flow together
My words are like a sword, they cut, because the truth
Shots flash quickly at night, I meet tomorrow
Mom brought tea and sandwiches for breakfast
Then the loud noise of the metro is waiting, not the cable
And I have my own business, I will deal with them
After all, in my words there is power while the pulse beats through the veins

Part. Speech

Shawl bandits with Ryazan
I arranged homemade circumcision
I don't want cancer, let's climb up
Drink whiskar, smoke bumps with Zayai
She arranged a competition with my dick licking
In the metro at the peak hour, the riser was impatient
Rashka covered darkness, garbage ended asshole
This pussy knows a lot about blowjob
For the son of Torchka Dad Blue in the answer
Pankov's orgy on a church parapet
Fuck in white, blood flowed down the parquet
Ordinary fascism, heading in the newspaper
Bold fucker pashka.
Young Pitbul went for an attack of a robber
Sambist Arsen looked more than calm
And Alina Schulz mouth has a little wet
I am lenses and groan, she groans in my ear softly
Three three of them were laid out, she licks my wrist
Take an autograph from a caste, a fashionable absorption by Nastya
She said that it stinks of my mouth
Then in the cell you will tell the boys what kind of suit you were
In the wild, the syringe Vienna quietly pricks
The schedule flew to the ground for full pizdabolia
There is no fear and there is no pain, the godfather said to me
Soon we will all accept Islam and will come fucked up to everyone
CP in drugs, pankuha eagerly licks my end
Sit on the cucumber or introduce his mouth to your manda
Forget the way home, a bunch of fashionable bones
I drink much less, Blazzer is now expensive