RASKOL, ФУГОЛЬ, ПХВШЙ - Старая добрая классика
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And so, hello, this is a good old classic
The bass beat from Sikskatik, you were waiting for the fit like Hachiko
It seems that under is back in fashion, children are taking pictures with trauma equipment
It would be better to study mathematics
Leave me alone! I don't give a fuck how to rap cool
Someone will say I need to blow, well, okay, I’ll think about the advice
How do you do? Tell me what's going on there right now?
I quote few topics and often sublimate them like this
While someone is frustrating, we sang a duet
So far this is the only thing I have succeeded in the most:
Geez, what a song this is already
These are notes from whistles from the madhouse
But they said it sounded kind of cool
You're probably all lying
Fuck it, we're waiting for summer, we'll trample sneakers in parks and squares
The most important thing is not to lose hope and faith, and of course the dream..
Okay, good luck, otherwise I’ll never finish the verse...

They rolled into the pussy, then everyone there became wild
They washed themselves in an iron basin in water and rust.
Howl like werewolves at the moon
You treat yourself - in captivity of addiction
I got my dick out while they were studying writing there
I apologize in advance if I offended anyone or offended anyone
The plumber lost weight on powders and fixed my plumbing
And you're lying there, pissed off, with a knife right in your belly
In Georgia, I collect scraps on the street
The money ran out, the pulse slowed down
Time has slowed down, life has slowed down
And this dregs is essentially a fucking nit - nothing more
And I took a deep breath...
Russian field, freedom, and these fagots can take it away
The bartender poured a liter of cider into my beer glass
Looks fucked up and tired
And the one who walked next to you for 14 years eventually showed himself to be a rat
When we meet, you can piss on him
Or you can just fuck off the disgraceful person
Only pussy can make a man out of a homosexual

Dream, but quietly save for a box
The illusion of choice - “piss is no sweeter than shit”
Will you win? Or will they screw you over like a fool?
Are they following the lips or is he the one doing the trick here?
It happens that a blind man can do everything better than a sighted man
The deaf will hear before anyone else - the horror of the collapse of the suitable
The madman will give away the Rada faithful to the psychonate
Well, is it worthy? The worthy will not receive his cherished reward
Even a stick, like a gun, will blow you away once, you fucker
Mold vodka and what else is legal?
There's salt, but we're out of limes
We rest our foreheads on non-illusory times
It’s spring, which means we’ll collect sap from the birch tree
Let's go crazy with TV, who has become the extreme again?
Let's show off our belly and brag about others' winter successes
Let's continue to wander around the yards - still small disturbances
And we are in the speakers, bro, sometimes with sadness, sometimes with laughter
That's it, turn it off! Bitch, we've arrived.. Bitch, we've arrived...