Владимир Баз - Брак производства
текст песни

"Production of production"
It's not that you are low by height
It's not that your boss is speaking
Not seeing the light from the trap
You can’t write off everything only on the devil's plan of Satan
Listen to the type - no one is to blame that you are sitting without work
Angel Merkel? Stevie Jobs? Not even Harry Potter
Let everything fall from the hands and balance at zero
You will not find the key to these problems in other people's eyes
Everything is quite simple! Wherever he is in a hurry all the time will be late
And in whom you will not find a reason and indirectly, neither Timati nor groin and Kevin Cosner
These are not machinations of the Massons sect and not a Butyrka that sings you from the cassette
The correct answer will be said in public
You are just a lazy bastard

Just a lazy bastard
Just a lazy bastard
For such there is a special dish in hell
Lazy bastard!
Just a lazy bastard
Just a lazy bastard
For such there is a special dish in hell
Lazy bastard!

Pour further grief with whisker
You can't catch up with what this life gives us
Wherever I shoot all bullets fly past
You can blame me but have enough to be a moron
Someone lives in the Czech Republic someone on the bottom
Chekhov and Nietzsche is not to blame for this
Lomonosov with Chubais is not to blame
That you changed the dream for a couple of comfortable devices
This is not a marriage of system code
You have created a freak from yourself
The correct answer will be said in public
You are just a lazy bastard
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Pogaming in a roadside temple, how many years carried by winds
Systematically poisoning, leaving on his hand leaving as a keepsake
Instead of dusting in their eyes, let him play louder
Pentatononic in a monophonic from Panasonic on a pentagram
I see how they drive talents in sewing
Splashing shit for me a chef, under the contemplation of comical carcasses
Let me be hot to Belen, but there have not been times yet
To sleep from the eyes of people a veil
Look at the mother, the mother is fucking on the beats and you didn’t see this, well, let's argue
Throwing off a couple of kilograms between Kik’s blows, so as if there are two of me here
I am like a sacred later, my strength is a shore for later
And you throw my songs in ADOD and will not rush for me isotop
Thirty -two layouts of a warrior, made of stone and ashes and black steel
All thirty -one came out according to the schedule up to a minute
"Number of eleven defective" -who shut inward
Having mined in your texts and punch, my mind is confused and crying
What have you forgotten here? After all, this is a fucking fact that Vova Pizdache
Where are you dividing the canyon? What kind of asshole with his nickname does a cock?
I was looking for the foundations of high assessments at the Chusa, they have no no there and there
A woman without style and taste - but we are tolerant people!
There are cool songs - but of course we will not vote for them!
This is all rolling into a fucking circus, under the whore slogans of forum -threes
Drain me right now, prove that I am right, because the referee judges as a referee!