3812 smuggling
There are no diamonds in my car well, okay
Gears past, everything breathes in the incense
Calibrated the device, slowed down commissars
You fucked up the darkness, Mr. Nate Nosferatu
At the sight of a drop, your puberty period is visible
Pouring ladies Bloody Long Island into glasses
Put the dams on the castle, how to open Halliburton
And my house is boxes, I am in it a spider aragog
I'm not Karakurt, not a player, my product is a fierce kurt
Weoned a couple of lines together
But their brain puts MUTE
They feel neither pain nor love
Hunger is everything, his voice says again
Can't you finish? Here are the cross here are the nails
But they don't even feel his anger
I already see the outline, I hear a scream in the forests
The half of the country was sore, bringing any trash to the house
This time was not lucky, now a sip is a salvo
War on the street, you would licked the Colosseum
You thought it would be FAST NEBAL (LOL)
I want the whole hall to scream (wow)
But while we are screaming in places
I know mom would not want me to go wa bank (but?)
But we know the backstage pawn
How much we stick out coins only in the output
Green as heads, ordered not to put on
But how not to hesitate, we are without hope
Say I am not a hewn mediocre, until hopeless
Huli himself tears to the bride adviser?
Che is not at ease? The governor is easier
Do not give us lectures, nothing is easier to know
Somewhere behind the curtains, brahmans, kshatriyas
And we all plow like Vayshey on the atrium
What wives? Here the virgins are all with mines
Salam molecules, salam salam atoms
They will eat my heart like enemy
Wake up and then like a pile
In grass binge two weeks as a punishment
You will leave me the ability of a writer
Come on, let's increase the indicators
Then even to the bed on the tangent
I so dreamed of being exemplary - indicative
As it turned out to be not necessary
Right? Stopudovo
We spent our youth uncontrollably
The mother's milk did not have time to dry
I tempered any pain in my character
Now the candle is like only the Gapers around me
Bullets fly, they scream demolish fucking fuckers
On TV, gladiators rebelled in the country
All employees, bosses are ready for battle
With them toxic teenagers Provectors
After all, their families will not feed promises
They are accumulated in old age for burial
I fell asleep and there is no uprising in my dream
In an embrace with a blanket for a moment
I can't hold broadcasting anymore
What is the story of an ordinary tradesman?
I see my duty to go on fascination
At least I understand that the game is playing
And you and I am also glad to be in this
Our way is our way to micro -life
And you and I am also glad to be in this
Our way is our way to micro -life
And you and me
And you and me
And you and me
And I