G-G-G-GUESS WHO'S BACK?
While fans of other people's moms dream of getting into Versuse
My contemporable friend dreams to get to Vienna
I will help you will die for sure
I know what your name is who the dream took him away:
"Powered" - without dream object, local inhabitant
Nice view with lack of sleep and short
For God hides, for the apartment at the cashier pays
Everything is vinitis only only karma, sprinkle in sales
Loves to Fall BDSM and cry under the "Titanic"
Does not know how to dream of him, it will be tied in TV
Drink on Fridays, and imites
those characters did not, and never become
Man in the street, shifts inside vitamins
It is mistaken that the world is valuable to cretin
Has six cells of the press, and five convolutions
After all, the world is usually balancing - boring facing
Mammy, papap, dreamed of many kids
To grow new nonsense Pitt or Woody Allen
If not that and not the second, the sea of nervous cells
Will go to those in old age they would raise them
Powers, big education expert
Teach here not to trust and always be afraid
If his children suddenly climb into the world with dreams
He will select them as toys, so as not to be played
And let a lot of empty bottles in my bedroom
You have your empty soul, more bitch
Thank you Bath in Heaven and Kiss Mom
For giving me freedom to league art
While I'm waiting at the parish my kayf, watch
Do not obscure my sun kid, sail
And in the palm of the chlopai clap, the legs of the top pain, favorite house domain
Rides already in your city
While I'm waiting at the parish my kayf, watch
The man in the street, spends oxygen, does not invent
24 and on 7 slut to everyone who pays
With Ponta Type VEGA-Mother His Tarian
But devours itself from the inside sins
In Padlu fuck with his wife, looking for logins for porn
Dreams of whores to the resort, it is secretly saving
I know all your clutch slut
There are dirty linen in the world What do you want to sniff, fuu
City aquarium and you in it is sown
You do not try his glass, you will be glad to feed them
No one will never turn the entire Internet as Doma did
But first knock me out of the game, bring yourself out of the coma
What do you think your life, are you kidding bastard?
D-O-M-I-N-O, be cool
And when the latter will fall out of the hall
Disable your microphone and brag into his ebalin
I know more brains than Google your fucking MS
Rap is that in breaks between epilepsy
But I love and dream of dragging in the chorus
I'm in this case, like Bruno Mars, only with a member!
From art to artificial morbia
Often I washing this line, house Kamikadze
Thank you Bath in Heaven, and the kiss mom
What brought up who fuck will be now your genre
While I'm waiting at the parish my kayf, watch
Do not obscure my sun kid, sail
And in the palm of the chlopai clap, the legs of the top pain, favorite house domain
Rides already in your city
While I'm waiting at the parish my kayf, watch
