Текст песни Сидоджи - Джин Grey

[Dirty Ramirez]:
I set fire to cities
While you lived on comments, captain.
Until you fly, so be it!
Follow the bazaar, Agoran. Cap
Clogging contact with a long corridor.
Far, in the end, on a horseback year, it was not easy spent, on tons of nerves and horseback.
We go to your shore, our efficiency is high
Open the dor! Knocking down, I wipe the acetone with my ass!
Who are you to dig in your pockets so vehemently?
Those who did not fall for the ball
On the shoulder of the diva is the reverend donkey.
I read in the toilet, the neighbors turned on Shazam!
Enough for what I wrote
Under our killer sound people go to the astral plane.
I’ll prepare for the zone - a departure about the versus.
Your whore did not return home when refugees arrived in the city.
Gotta beat down
You left home to bleed in the wind
Wanted to upload your fucking and uploaded to Youtube?
But you did not know - in a free swimming solidly fuck.
Son, your copelar is already dug there,
I see how your bitch for nausea sits on the ass exactly like a stake.
'Cause I'm full of energy, even the most uterine nut,
And you stubborn Sith, stubbornness, accept stubborn style,
When stoop Sid. Is there something wrong? It’s necessary to crush it.
The names of these Figaro - so not enough epithets.
Fuck anti-killer deeds, their death
Fuck you jerking off on the Avengers?
And fuck you were born a fag?
You, fucked to poke in Mortak
Magically threw a deflection into the grave - the face is broken.
Better not stand in the way, I'm very excited.
Your wife wanted children and you woke them up.

[Sidoji Duboshit]:
It’s like a good kapron sinking the bottom of the catacombs, like on Skype,
To invisible fears
But the rubicon's trodden corridor is a grief striker,
Move Kawasaki,
Clerk Ostap is a solid feed, Beavis has a Butchert,
You goof!
Ahead are the glasses of Psaki, yak, since the moor,
Guilty proud, fucks the IR port and doesn't let them write,
This is a burning caricature,
It was the Tauris who poured Vitya into hell,
Seen thrown these paddies barakud,
I’m scaling a whole tavern, cephalapagus - he fucked your mother,
And disguised as catapults,
Allegedly a mosquito while sleeping is a demo and plastid,
Niga Green Green Peace or kill me with a Speed ​​Hammer
Or chalk at the blackboard
In the pack is a jellyfish box for chips, squirrels, nipples,
Hanging rubbish, day - flash on the piano,
Gambit hides his ace, because I have too sharp a crutch,
The drums are ready, in the frontal Logan beats an adamant cartridge,
To the beat, take brass knuckles, knock out the chain, the minigun has fucked everyone for ages,
Before I reincarnated,
I can serve all the ins and outs
Whether catapults of underground castes are coming
Incognito's fool - Kornilov’s nonsense,
Harmful martin and man, neuro upgrade for the endorphin raid slave,
Coryphaus, but I'm reinformed by Fade and Freemans,
Hop, faith, where is who?
Peripheral under the Reich Efreit, I could scour the depths of the permanent bottom,
And probably then, to the surface of the horde of malicious Dopplebian warriors.
Arrived cyborg rappers, gingerbread racket, idols, elective in braces,
Past rhymes, algorithms, not rhythm, but relic beatmakers,
You, you, you, you fucking like a banter,
Shout, the enemy of the prostate: skr!
I scalped the sisters nipple
My boss once space and erased,
Hydra was torn by a nail puller,
Micah threw a spice into the fire,
You broke up, thai nonsense,
You confessed to your sins with your father.
But how come ?!
It was Gene Gray, no!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
It was Gene Gray, no!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
It was Gene Gray, no!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
It was Gene Gray, no!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
It was Gene Gray, no!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
Slash! Slash!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
Slash! Slash!
That was Gene Gray, slash!
Slash! Slash!
That was Gene Gray, slash!