Текст песни Р.А.ПреСС, Ханджаман feat. Кэпитал - Никаких блядей

Rhymognic apparatus at a bit, be trouble!
Cooking fresh meat on an atomic slab!
Doesn't it download? The verdict is forty lashes!
There are only faithful people, no whores!
Rhymognic apparatus at a bit, be trouble!
Cooking fresh meat on an atomic slab!
Doesn't it download? The verdict is forty lashes!
There are only faithful people, no whores!

In my midst there is no medium, do you cut it?
Here you can not observe neutrality, comrade!
Either you swing your head or catch a bream
Either you explode a dance floor, or burn in furnaces!

What? I didn’t come up with the rules
Offing, crack, which is not a grave.
I would spat in your well, and I would get drunk in the bar,
Your rules do not rule here, such things are a guy.

Claper Garen, especially when in a fucker
A portion of purely Russian fumes gives you,
In the mouth of sugar, oh hare, this is not a cabaret
We are in Andere, where all the phantoms are like Jean Mare.

Read RE and PE, and fuck for the crisis,
We live in sewers, like ninja turtles.
Poets songwriters like Yuri Vizbor,
Cut this track, cut down the TV.

(Cap-kapi-kap) on the muscle-the hall is empty.
No one jumps at the stage, does not stand by the walls.
Not a necklmanov, there is no Lade.
We got to the sight. I achieve all whores.

The top of the pyramid is cut off, which means that the eye is doomed.
Eye is sunk, we are right here, near the exit.
There were years, Tika-Tak-Tak (Tika-Tak).
It’s not a newcomer to micro for a long time, so it’s quiet there!

The city of the Red Sun of the legends is red-aqual.
Ander of broken outskirts, fairy tales from different pockets.
And so and the Chinese letter.
And the topics are little understandable abrocadabra.

I throw the bones to the hyenas, feed the soup with poison.
But no matter how strange it is, such food pleases you.
The meal is in full swing, I offer additives,
We started with excitement, and where are “thanks” for breakfast?

(Emcy's idle, carries nonsense, bewitching mediocre).
Pasi behind the bazaar! Yes, I endure the nonsense from the bar.
I sneezed three times to world admission.
But you are obliged to give out the "Mercy" Zuubzaazavru. (Beach Hala!)

Hanjaman-Shaman on the bat, flew.
Cook the killer compote on the atomic plate.
It does not climb into the mouth, this is not the limit.
Gentic set. No whores!
Hanjaman-Shaman on the bat, flew.
Cook the killer compote on the atomic plate.
It does not climb into the mouth, this is not the limit.
Gentic set. No whores!

Everyone is dancing with elbows - we stomp from the knee.
Everyone is crankshaft. Although no, they are easier for them to escape.
Some will say “pull”, but certainly, certainly.
They will want to put us like sticking intravenously.

Red East and Sect. I hear the delight of the neighbor.
The ladies sigh deeply, already burst the corsets.
For them, I am in my throat and the best friend posthumously.
They look out the window and think what I am doing and with whom there.

Yes. Nature is as follows:
The Pin-code of his hearts broke, at the birth of a lad, he attacked.
As a child, I myself realized how to drink and what is there.
Then Napalm and in the intensity drove to create a mess.

I remember that the bishop insisted on the principles of boobs.
On this inspection, I drink cognac and whiskey.
We fly in a composition from different, like, coalitions,
We work in the old way, leave in English.