Заги Бок - Щелчок
текст песни

They say lines of the zagi venom, like caustic soda
Say this name through a respirator
At least to twist the equator, at least get on weight
You can't fuck the stream that I carry

I'm not drawn, but I'm brighter on your gray background
This symphony is for you like water gas in a siphon
And although not to tell me everything today
But the hand confidently involuntarily holds the microphone

There has already gone a rumor "Who is this Drishche in Yellow?"
Came and steam that the bed is silk
Rhymes are formed in the formation as if their bag there
While the pizons have a tense with this

So substitute wallets - take me not sorry
There will always be shit in this concrete mixer
Who fumbles, who appreciates his ears
In the meantime, a click would not prevent a yellow light

See Zagi - make an impressive somersault back
And put the whole further bazaar on recording
Here the distribution of valuable instructions begins
Through the chimney of your peering eyes for envy

You probably were not in vain here
But just in vain rubbish touched with nostrils
It is easy to punish yourself not at the same
But I see from your eels you know everything yourself - handsome

You want a full hall of half -naked asses
If you want to perform your cock dance among them
But here only here and there the Afghan is cooked
For this friendly swing of visors

And my middle finger, instead of hits of this summer
Bit as if from the magnetic ribbons of your grandfather
But I am one of those and among those who are really rushing all this
And remains faithful to the old turnip (you)

Zagi side on the microphone
Stepakha on bits
Flamma on the Wall
Studio 29 2-0-1-4