ATL, Ка тет feat. BATO - Мёртвому припарка
текст песни

My suitcase is full of junk
My mailbox is full of spam
Like a crazy plowman I always go straight
The genre of my life is a comedy drama
I suffer with exploits, the eternally shaved Saitama
Where fate leads me to a wigwam or a castle
The genre of my life is a comedy drama
I fall again into either someone or amok
Sometimes everything is too much for me
A new day will again be strangled by some ass
Here around the holes of the windows gaped lonely
Finally the door slammed like a coffin lid
Don't cry, your face is like a pizza, the victim is beaten and I am a killer
I would pump up my financial biceps and not fall in love
Here while the wit is dumb, the dumb one makes jokes
I would quickly unsubscribe, thank God I am not subscribed, what's going on
All my insides are twisted here like Vitsin
Pale-faced, I go where it is afraid
You will say I need to anchor, brake, stop
Tighter axle, what makes these spokes spin here
Rusty nine heel of the McAuto
Heel, heel, heel, heel of the McAuto
Discounts and crush, like cotton wool on a wound
Cotton wool, cotton wool, cotton wool, like cotton wool on a wound
The old fence creaked briefly
Briefly, briefly, somehow the fence creaked
The sky began to caw, but what a poultice for the dead
A poultice for the dead, a poultice for the dead
Rusty nine heel of the McAuto
Heel, heel, heel, heel of the McAuto
Discounts and crush, like cotton wool on a wound
Cotton wool, cotton wool, cotton wool, like cotton wool on a wound
The old fence creaked briefly
Briefly, briefly, somehow the fence creaked
The sky began to caw, but what poultice for the dead
A poultice for the dead, a poultice for the dead
I feel like something is rotting inside
What a beauty, like a dead man in the spring
My heart aches like a mobile
Here the bastard has evil gopota
I didn't close my eyes like I was at a marathon
I was enchanted by the hopeless chthon
And from the sky the rays of pentagrams
Let them show the way from the bottom
Adam's head smiled from the flag
Pirate plugins and a crooked line
They gave me strength like a bubble on a bruise
And made me stronger in life than tungsten
I buy bird tongues like Hanuman
I should slow down, but I've already broken firewood
And I'm in a china shop like a Juggernaut
I dance in a fit, brother, check it out
And around there is only darkness
What kind of cybertrack is there
Only a nine korch
He's going to the former Mak
Past the familiar dorms, give
Let me overcome
This divine plan
That will smoke like incense
And in this shitty world
Where hunger is not an aunt
Everything is really clear
Everything is really clear
Rusty nine, heel of the Makauto
Heel, heel, heel, heel of the Makauto
Discounts and crush, like cotton wool on a wound
Cotton wool, cotton wool, cotton wool, like cotton wool on a wound
The old fence creaked briefly
Briefly, briefly, the fence creaked
The sky croaked, but what a poultice for a dead man
A poultice for a dead man
And all around there is only darkness
What kind of cybertruck is there
Only a nine korch
He's going to the former Mak
Past the familiar dorms, give
Let me overcome
This God's plan
That will smoke like incense
And in this shitty world
Where hunger is not an aunt
Everything is really clear
Everything is really clear

I am noisy as if from a barrel I am Mr. "Rah"
The name weighs a lot this is a new fee
This biter in a holster wishes only evil to psychos
We are driving very quietly as if we took two million
This is metal on me
Rocks are stronger
ACIDHILLZ on the wire
Everything is fine
We are like horses
We do not need help
By blood and sweat in sparring
We live only in pain
You will not make your way
If you live like a dodik
All up XL on me
My whole pack is in XL
I did not count on luck, I took everything in XL
Multiply 666
Xs by those who got in
I did a lot to get them endlessly