гриша гофман, Габонская Гадюка - Бессонница
текст песни

Don't tear your belly button, honey
My lock is a block
And your lock is my fly
And there will be a party between your legs
Like Decl-a
I'm like Denzel Washington, I'm having déjà vu
A whole set of tracks, catch the menu
I don't blame you for the end of the day
But now I’ll shove my hat back into the potassium permanganate
Listen, wacky, let's solve this logically
Against the background of Logic - this is a flex on the loggia
Your ears are our hostages
Our thoughts are embedded in rhythms
And fuck it
We always really need it, so take it out and put it down
The runners are moving
Where are you going, you fucking goat?
Dropped a casual offer
I have an erection - you have a positive decision
Grisha cuts samples into “heads” or “tails”
I'd rather die in shit and dust than as a pawn
It's better to walk with the lads than in a jeep with fuckers
Better bald than shaggy cockerel
What?
I saw you on Versus
And now we sang a song together to the beat
I don't watch the news
Mother taught grandfather how to behave
I hug those who, in addition to joy, are also nearby in sadness
Fuck it already, we don't even do stupid things
We will not give up and will continue to row
Mother read with the lads, pi*races*sti
"Run DMC" cap
MS is now being described - clay and modeling
Rarely is there anything relevant
With Gabonych he sharply threw deuces across the body
You're already sweating, f*ck, lard, f*ck
We'll all get some sleep later - but now we're suffering from insomnia
Here's another story
I woke up in my room at the Astoria Hotel to a loud gunshot.
After thinking about it, I figured out that they were shooting behind the wall
I furtively, frightened by the order, slipped out into the corridor and glanced
To the number where the shots were supposedly coming from
I was hardly prepared for the shock that I experienced
The great Russian poet Sergei Yesenin lay there
And on the wall behind him is a pink kaleidoscope
His brains slowly flowed down
The chilly morning is no longer languid
I ran out into the huge city quickly
Why is he so indifferent to any shots?
And on clean sidewalks like leaves
Artists fell from windows
Poets, singers, readers and other verbal aesthetes
I even noticed Yegor Letov among them
And Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
Very soon the reason for such a fall
Was discovered by British scientists
Their report, posted on the BBC website, talked about the poison
Found in a number of freshwater bodies
And after ingestion of almost any water
Almost anyone with writing talent
At the atomic level, I received an impulse to the brain about self-destruction
And Yesenin became the first victim
And behind him everyone who could compose at least a little
Or say something sensible
In short, there is not a single at least talented author left on earth.
But it’s interesting that among the rappers, none of them fucked up
Makes you think, doesn't it?
Actually, no, catch this verse recorded for Grisha Hoffmann