RASKOL, ФУГОЛЬ, ПХВШЙ - Материя
текст песни

This garbage dump will hide and you won’t find someone’s grandmother’s cheese
Everything has been upside down for a long time, show me, brother, where is that world?
Where your kindness will not be considered weakness
Where white is not always elegance
Where you have an opinion and don’t fuck with it
Where you picked up your head and when you picked it up you didn’t throw it on the chopping block
The rocket in your pants will not produce the promised swings
Where people do not have fears instilled from birth
Where we are all not connected by one post-Soviet chain
And people walk with a smile - they are not intimidated by the whip
Where should we go, handsome men, answer?
It’s good where we are not - I hear it all the time from the network
Erzhan, get up - we all, unfortunately, overslept
Old Scully senses mysticism in our area
And the New Year's jar of wishes will crumble under you
It has nothing to do with the fact that you were born Vanya
In a complete family or secretly, Abel was or Cain
Lie down, we'll get up right now...
Scha, Scha - Let's get up!
We were daydreaming and the water in the bath became colored...

Evidence buried in the ground, fitting room in Plaza Dostyk'e
Cool down, take a loan for a crutch, for dentures
And life goes on and mayonnaise flows
Cute fluff on a mulatto's tummy
I take the breast, the dick gets up, under the control of the supply
Delivery of injection equipment to your door
They wanted us to sing loudly
Dancing: Jews, Tatars, Slavs, Kalmyks..
And I'm with the Kazakhs at the food court in Plaza Dostyk'e
You ask for my documents - I take out a tattered passport
For some reason you fell out of your pussy onto the tablecloth?
And the nurse cut the mother's umbilical cord
We are all matter!
I would just like to sleep...
If your pussy is standing, you are a man, MUST DIE!
Left nasvay, grub under the seat of the tram
Now I’m bringing you a loaf, a carnival of some famous fagot
Fugol takes the cap and gives a fuck about mastering!
So fuck mastering, I respect Dimaste..

Take these lines as irony or trolling
I, like you, was touched by something, the music brought someone to their toes
And someone drowned silently among these everyday life
More and more bastard rules are being introduced here
Decency has quietly faded into the background
I write texts, by the way, spontaneously
Recently I told him to fuck off his boss
Yes, but that was the point, it really, really hurt him
Well, fuck it, what can you do...
Now everyone has their own business, we also share everything equally with our own
In winter, we go to the huts, roll cotton wool, talk about daily matters
Writing into the microphone to the beats
Dreaming of something higher
By the way, I don’t give a fuck about secondary or higher education here
This way and that - half the population is poor
The rest, let's say, have occupied their niche
And nobody gives a fuck whether you studied Marx or Nietzsche
Here they want to cut down the lava easily and dump it somewhere in Nice
It doesn’t suit us all to be sad here, but few people will be happy about the little things either
Ander is as cozy as a swamp, and we have spread a web
Yell at the beats like in the John Cena video
It's very funny under the blue...