Deadline - Отряд камикадзе
текст песни

Crimers I am alone like all of you like all everything
Died yesterday raised the trailer
The principle of my shell
for each Mr. X there is a plan c
You are sick rhyme and skils here is a micx
Spice Valves and two guys
Fisting legs on camera
In the basement Bam Bam Your Mix Tours
Critin Kid you are marked
I am a glorified fuck on the brands of Roma
In your sect, a fag instead of a robe of Rob
I swallow the time capsules like rum
you are not Travis Barker not drunk in the bar
I haven't tucked the tank, but you already poison the tales
You do not fall in Graim, but turn on the Kraim
Valley technique my Valentine
They are waiting for as in uk but you are a baiter
I did everything "Nuuu ok"
Read how Nazar "This is a fan of a bro"
what am I talking about? You are habit of stroke T -shirts
each of them is nigga white here
But you are not a cable and not Niko Bellik
Two fuckers are divided one gram
Dad gave you a dumbbell
In the wheelbarrow of Valyna cars Gan Kelly
Badman wake up this is not Grime Daily
In Naiki with a portfolio street
Free school you went for money
Style this style fight
skill in the veins and skeleton
you swim with the flow of mainstream wind
A passing in the morning changed the vector
Hawaii nasvay your plan is ripped off
Empire of clones I am khan Solo
Your technique Tajou Kage Bunshin but Jutsu
you wipe your legs in pursuit of asphalt
shooting without recoil misfires
After a fat bat, your heart in blood clotting
how many rooms are in my head
You can't do it like sex in a coma
I'm tired of playing this concert
I have too much flaws
as if not in the subject as the Buddha is not in the body
I'm wrong like chaos
himself Mariarty and Watson
But where is your Kamikadze detachment
Each fight Gladiator ground
but the essence is not in fists but on the fingers
You are extraordinary and Neanderthal
Virschi wrote once again in vain
After all, we all got wet from rhymot
but I survived, although my wrists without gills
And I'm an illiterate prisoner
Skull Castle Madman
My eyes are quasars
neither a gram nor ounce self -constructure
a set of superstructures and functions
And how do not train a cocktail of drunk everyday life
On a watch without five my life
You don't even rule your own pulse
you fucking like a chui fucking
you don't download but wandering man
you are without a balaclava against typhoon
You don't need to squint from my Floo
What are I standing? I don't stand Stoik
We argue the stolnik is your so much nickname
In the tree of life, you are a demon
link sitting and sings standing standing
Hey will not repair you anymore
give an interview on Al - Jazira
"Your man" and "real guy"?
your alpha Chika you are not an al.
Everyone hides in the vicinity of grin
fucking but not dii once feces
Threw a freak into the envelope MP3
In your ass Auggan and Waw'ka will remain
Bai friend Know the rogue will not take the fornoy
Many Trushy Mantra here Typhoon
Your texts without 20% people
saliva in the mouth but you wet the man that
wise guy your sister ottoman
I concocted her couric pie
Beach drove balls into the holes
sak yo mom you are a fucking luntik
Deadline aka no time
Death line
On my watch without five, your death
And I'm the first here I am the first!