Here is the sinner Misha!
The one who hears me
Think how this ukruk only breathes?
But he not only breathes, he waves his hands,
Hi Mom, and also Anasha!
With me bribes are smooth, I'm not a major sweet,
Played hide and seek with garbage, Did not have Folders,
He was looking for grandmothers, Again grandmothers for hats,
I pull life by the straps, bang-bang and into the ladies!
Through the time of thought, in OM (?) Cuffs,
Hey, we're not stupid, respect fights.
The girls have rolls - we have fists.
Like barge haulers on the Volga, pulling jambs,
Respect men, koloboks like hedgehogs,
there are knives in Pockets, now we are leaders.
I do not read - I speak conversations.
Pushing us uphill, we walk along the edge.
I’ll tear for my own, and for my freedom,
Beast from year to year, this is such a fashion,
As one hero said, water is poisoned.
And you respect - Abnormal gang!
Everything will be by Uncle Volodya, feet in the cold,
The end is warm, hey, warm, silvople.
I’m not stupid, I don’t like buying and selling,
I beat in the double, grab the ruble and in Dublin,
The maximum exhaust is what our heads are clogged with,
In order for something to fall out, one must beat in the beard.
What happened - it was written on the family.
The city pressured you, push the city itself from a young age!
Like cards, people changed, they lost each other.
Tired of forgiving. Even steel guys get tired.
I got to my feet, made a bit, a bit, a little ash.
You know, closer that a thousand kilometers.
And Until this fierce supply has run out,
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And whether you are the left body, or the right tramp.
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And Until this fierce supply has run out,
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And whether you are the left body, or the right tramp.
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
People are greedy meat, no nose anymore,
But they are looking for a maz, to the sounds of NASA collecting a puzzle.
And I climbed there time after time, the door to the word,
This is no less dangerous than a point-blank shot from a blaster.
I heard my locks clicked, my legs came out of the punishment cell.
The kid goes right, like a clock with quartz stones.
From a shack to a palace, from a baby to an old man -
Everyone shakes the rhythm of voodoo dance - go to the end!
He made a track about fag. For the faint of heart - meat.
According to reviews, I immediately realized who the fag, and who the braz!
And as if someone jinxed, tipok on a vase,
How the grays themselves listen to our topics in their basins.
No one thought what would be who he is.
Unshaven, forehead cut, rosy eyes, but I like everything,
And I'm always close, but what else could be closer?
And the voice in the receiver:
"- Hold on, I'm going, Misha!"
We are blown up, taken, poisoned, felled in stores.
On the system as on Emelyanenko - Van Damme in leggings.
We are not powerless, we are strong, son!
We are like a hornet's nest, catch what is then, and put an olive, a dog in your teeth.
Burned buns from the balcony fly like tracers
Still, we stand out with something in this gray mass.
Yes, it’s sometimes very internally difficult
It happens that he has not laid down yet, but already almost the second morning.
And it’s not like powder, I’m waiting for the day of judgment in the country.
Good deeds dumping a scanty set on the table,
Ordinary schmuck, and I won’t say that the most difficult
Take the mud’s head, tear off this breast badge,
An impudent hammer, from a sob (?) The membrane melts.
After a pain shock, I heard soprano moans more than once.
Quietly, only the rams lie, here someone has movement,
the rest have cranes closed, sorry Bratish!
And Until this fierce supply has run out,
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And whether you are the left body, or the right tramp.
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And Until this fierce supply has run out,
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.
And whether you are the left body, or the right tramp.
Without asking each other, their hands beat a fat little jug.