636 CREW - A.C.A.B.
текст песни

On the A.C.A.B area
Tag No Passaran
Go fuck yourself asshole
If musaram is on the way

While your style
Spread out on the parquet
Ashes are blown by the wind
Set the bones to a vector

We're waiting for you in the whole area
When will the heating be turned on?
Every evening we are greeted by a dungeon
Even Lenin will not shed light there

While you're spinning the blunt
I'm spinning the ball
On the middle finger
You better not smile

The wind blows hard here
And we blow with him
For each other in the compartment
This is the only thing that everyone here is united

Don't mention it in the area
Our name is in vain
Don't stick your nose in
Here you will be cut

I scream A.C.A.B
Let's go to bat
Boys without caps
With blood on my teeth

Where there is fear in the eyes
There's hatred in our eyes
Where there is complete collapse
Don't call trash

Let's sit on the courts
Let's sort out the issues
I'm a nit on show off
Let's fuck as hard as we can

Doing things
Late late at night
Hiding bodies
To not be noticed

We stab portaki
Sharp objects
And love asshole
Call them signs

We're all screwed
And they walk with pistols
Pockets to capacity
Filled with brass knuckles