Текст песни МЦ ФИКСПРАЙС - Покой нам только снится

I grew up to be a Magog, and everyone started with a demon,
Inferno was a nuisance, and Calch was not Mother Teresa.
The devil will become the threshold, with my angel - genesis,
This road is dear to me, although I live in decay and mash.

Fresh weekdays - a detachment hike for sulfur,
The traveler will become breakfast, you see the stronghold has checked.
Loot will fall out - chic, from the swamp the corpse of the gnoll Preya,
Having given out, they say, the shield is cool, but gold is more important to the hero.

I hear "kill him" - a neighbor from the necropolis bar,
Soon I will become an efreet, going from steam to neurons.
Battle again - meat style, hello queen of pain!
Having lost the castle, he drank alcohol, having survived from Armageddon.

The inhabitant of hell will not have peace, whatever one may say,
We are hired by the hundreds, fucking, for a handful of cereals.
I want to grab a crossbow and hit without fines
Victories are woven by corpses, everything in the world is shaky.
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Avdeev's shame he lost from Ist,
Now it will go to the bottom, because the bathyscaphe sank.
I hung a lock on the rap, scratched my head,
He will make a retelling of Skyrim patches.

Suddenly realizes that he is worried about this,
Posters of "Star Wars" in the kitchen without wallpaper.
I cannot see the will, who is more mediocre here,
But the monotonous Gomez sang to nervous colic.

There are fags around, but you are not D'Artagnan,
Kaput will come to you, winding along the way,
On the scooter of Pashkevich and the panel of judges,
Burning Kolovrat, oh, how boring you are.

Illuminati in conference and ears everywhere
On the lap of cats, your Mini-We are soulless.
Ghostwriter, promptly inserted grotesque,
That Avdeev represents a protest.

But, bad luck, I wanted to join the Ashek group,
He has a fashionable tail and is important to chickens.
Having received the punches, Gurubashi goes berserk.
Avdeev he is not a berserker, but a guru in theft,

Sitting at his grandmother's basement, Pasha batel wanted
But here anal is a carnival, the State Department fucks,
After all, cucumbers with strawberries, they create grabbing pastels,
And shouting: "You fagot", they shit to the people in the pool.

Here, fucking, is the conscience of the Urals, local A. Camus,
The denouncer of the truth, the frightening Babaduk.
But for people it is clearer, the Great "Boo-boo-boo".

This type is contrived and feigned malice,
Shout that everyone is dickhead, in a downward tone.
Avdeev followed the loot, followed by soot, soot,
And the aroma of corpses, he understood that he was preserved.

He dreams of peace, but in real life it is dangerous,
After all, Daedric princes pulled stripes.
The pilsner and the loan for the lancer have become more expensive,
And on the Internet, the monster trades in rudeness.

But you are not a Lumiere or a film search,
After fucking the polymers, tell about Zootopia.
Monopolist of bubnezh, the face who squandered everything,
Plays many roles, but his own was sprinkled.

Cucumber image under the burnt filter
This is the Urala seal, as important as Lotru Bilbo.
And instead the Buryats will give a podzhopnik to the suckers,
Fuck rappers came and his sin is lust.

Movie dot like this is your rebranding
There is a rumor that, among blacks, he is like Pelevin.
And a frequent visitor to the ghetto of ridiculous people,
I didn't buy a ticket to this cinema.

Fucking shit Midas or shitty asshole
He threw a ton of nonsense on the fan.
But he is the king of kings, and I am a total zero
And sometimes I am sad that it does not exist.