I wanted for the truth, for the truth - the saga of the demon,
Here is a member of clans and families.
Free style, the collider has accelerated the bazon,
Their entire form is clay, like the Kremlin or the Pentagon.
The paradigm is dominant, their prayers are spam,
Under the black flag here is Odyssey ink on sheets.
He's here, yes, until word spreads,
As the oceans tear down the tower, my country is wide.
That’s great, he beat it so hard that he broke the drum.
The scalp hunter hung a white skull on the wigwam.
Attack on the brain is a Boss in a Rolls-Royce symbiosis of threats,
Like Nails in a bone, fire and anger, the word is a true story with God in stature.
The laws of the world are written by fags, genders of color.
In the deposits, miners crumble happiness in ephedra vapor.
Yes! He makes films larger than life,
Time has shown - minus the donation - fashion is a dead franchise.
I seem to be Russian, but for business I prefer German,
Here are the Penkirtons and Casadies in the optics of Karl Seltz.
Accept it as it is, understand that we grew up this way without losing our hearts.
If you were thrown there, you would call this place Auschwitz.
The subculture in the country is based on lies and lies,
Laughter and sin, their money is tearing the roof apart as if it were Satan.
There's a virus in your blood, a barcode on your forehead, a sheep with an implant.
WTF Uncle Vova - what the fuck is this?!
The demon is always inside, just like God is a paradigm.
The choice is yours as to who your referee is in the ring.
Black and white, tearing apart the lyres of the soul...
Don't lag behind, but don't rush, that's life.
Remember the axiom, all floors lead to them anyway.
Remember, there is only one fate against an armada of tanks,
I'm not a whore, I'm here for love and not for money.
The original is always under the display case with a lot of defects,
You don’t understand, just sit there and eat food and wag your dog’s tail.
I turned in the password, took bread and salt with me,
And there is no respect there, you are an outcast without money.
He fries a fat steak in his chest with nuclear fire,
(Think about it) he and the crowd are asking me to give that Caudle a fight.
I don't need a stage, I'm already a noose for them,
He told me it was primitive?! Are you laughing?! Well, come on, like me.
(I) put morality and glory on a peak.
That's why wolves don't have a damn thing to do in your circus.
The demon is always inside, like God, a paradigm.
The choice is yours who is your referee in the ring.
Black and white, tearing apart the lyres of the soul...
Don't lag behind, but don't rush, that's life.
