Da White - песнь о днище ебаном
текст песни

Look at yourself, you are supposed to be here among the pits,
you are mired and do not tear the stars from the sky, drink poison,
You are a mediocre and unrelenting person,
You know about it and still born,

And why we need to live, you want to live, serve,
Among the puddle and life there is no, look not to be tied,
We will continue to drink, and add a lot of parables,
And you will listen to them and look, do not scream,

You're scared, you will be shot at home,
There is nowhere to go out, shooting on the street,
crowds of gopes are everywhere, and show me to walk here,
but walking far from hunting, I will give a pass here,

pass, blow, football players ran in the stadium,
I was sitting at home Fapai on a porno clock,
I am a sinking Spartzman, and pushing me,
My charging milk and a bed understand,

Fuck a yacht, I carry you on dicks here,
And here the words are dick like on the roads of a friend,
This is a roossey cockerel, everything is not in Lutsk,
I’m going all in Russian, a skin falls on me,

Throw your finger on the highway if you slow down the car,
If the fucking siga is over, you go and ask
you graze if you do not want me good,
To solve some problems, always fucking,

You understand my point of view, here something will be lifted,
At the dawn we go to the sight, there will be a sly of snakes,
I have no way to become rich, on the sides,
Yes, and I can’t get to the ceilings until the hand is short,

You throw a butter into the sleeve, including the fool,
Or you stuck in hand like Stephen Seagal,
Without the topic, the track is in the Nesta, I will give my strength,
Yes, so that there was something, but talent stood,

Forgot for your mouth, the feces from the wall were put on,
I am overgiving about the fat man, rubbing everything with an eraser,
no test, well, fig, I'm funny
I'm not doing ideomfix that wires by,

It’s enough for me to write about wars and will,
I'm not a molean that plays with fate,
My soul told me that I am quite a bing in the Boeing,
what flies past the battlefield,

And there are a lot of rhymes for rhymes,
I poured kefir to the reefs of the guitar,
And now she’s like Ringo is old,
very old and white, I will connect to her a wifi,

I will be a fashionable rapper, I will read it under a mob,
bed double as a bong.
Types calling themselves Plastafarai,
I was just forgotten once, I trusted me once

I chewed everything, and now it was gloomy
The mood is the bottom, I do weightlessness,
Regga helped me get out of the trap,
that pulls all of us on the bottom of the fuck,

I ask you not to listen to me if my ears were not wilted,
I sat on dry and read better
While I am a poor rapper, but the troubles do not measure
I will ever leave here to America,

Of course on the gelding, because I dreamed,
my scraps of mts I measured on the battle myself,
While you sweep me the floors for the heel,
Sometimes taking a dick for a mower on a kosar,

I am like a light breeze at sea, everyone likes me, I like it,
If you listened to my track, Hello pass it
to your friends and acquaintances from yes,
reposts on the wall on the open spaces, among the contacts ...

And there are a lot of rhymes for rhymes,
I poured kefir to the reefs of the guitar,
And now she’s like Ringo is old,
very old and white, I will connect to her a wifi,

I will be a fashionable rapper, I will read it under a mob,
bed double as a bong.
Types calling themselves Plastafarai,
I was just forgotten once, I trusted me once

I chewed everything, and now it was gloomy
The mood is the bottom, I do weightlessness,
Regga helped me get out of the trap,
that pulls all of us on the bottom of the fuck,