Текст песни Ку ёпта - Поке

I like a parody of melting in April
That you stumbled on me from the first words
The left chest painted door
Nerisovannye blow knocked with shackles
And you all perfectly kidnapped
The robbery of the soul, throw everything in the package
Now go, all stolen lie
All stolen silent, you are no more!

And if you hear me , let's go back to our house , we return to our home -home- house
Or, again, shut up - a control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

Oxxxymiron:

Hello from the bottom , you're somewhere where the light and elektrofank
Laughter , left electorate dinner in evening dress , social events
There's no me , there is acceptance of empties , package poisons
Caustic as salad in the morning, there is no contact and nedotrah
One hundred years ago, in the summer so we wanted the whole world to ashes
Fuck burn the whole planet , becoming ashes , ashes and wind
How do I buy a ticket to see you back without prepayment
Glazing is cold , drove off the ladder and faded screen
Detector rights - often lied to myself , I probably scatterbrain
In fact fail those without a goal and vector stele couplets over octaves
Sure glad those who predicted it to us
But I believe indisputable that there are no obstacles in their remarks did not penetrate
Now stray restlessly in the wilds of the continent
The lot fell upon us where the river winds through the darkness
Rap - it's feces everywhere hyperbole yes synecdoche
Without them if you were not enough - concrete fact
I mirror says : & quot; Bottoms up , bottoms up
Your life is full of more days , around the summer hubbub , not Guernica
You did it , probably became reactionary technocrat
What are you such as she should , kindergarten, and it's time to grow up
Sin is trying to catch up with the shadow , light-headedness , as booklets Herbalife
There is not exemplary couples time to make a career plan .. & quot;
I nod in response to : & quot; Respect for the tip , bro
If so , kill me , as Derek Negro curb ... & quot;

And if you hear me , let's go back to our house , we return to our home -home- house
Or, again, shut up - a control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

dom! No:

I think I rap hid from problems
Fill in the blank Bosko
That life is not an escape for the brand
Fell from my apartment - I have not !
Plus a liter of brandy again substitute my dinner
But where are you? That taught dance at Christmas
And our forever hungry table and melted your wardrobe
Fled with all the work , you're fucked for wear
I've seen it all , but we need to pay for the house was
So tolerated realities of the world
We stole clothes and you're fucking beautiful
My crime !
Cut in their cells alive!
Two characters from the film, we keep silent - applauded. Fuck ..

And if you hear me , let's go back to our house , we return to our home -home- house
Or, again, shut up - a control shot in the face, like a shot in my face

I could build a great career
Podebat entire system and throw your ass in Cayenne
Two hundred miles per hour . In the hands of Jack Daniels
I'm ready now vebatsya in your Premium
The steering wheel on the counter to see you
Bitch translates smile with frontal window
Well , not yet. Crushed foot pedal
Such is the brash our last kiss
A pity ...

And if you hear me , let's go back to our house , we return to our home -home- house
Or, again, shut up - a control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

And we could stay alive
But it's boring here to be alive
And again if you want war
Are you implying - we all repeat
And if not, then laugh in the face
We still go back to our house
House -home- house ...