Tiki tak, bang bang, skrr skrr bling blouse
Stretch your asses,OCB IN DA HOUSE
I put it on my crown, I haven't been home for so long
Faggots no homo, getting out of a coma
Straight from the ship to the ball, and the king is naked
This track is not about courtyards and entrances with hashish
But you're being ridiculous, but the guy is funny
When you hide your drunken eyes under your hood at the entrance
But your fate was decided long ago. You are an unkind dude
Don't forget to return your text to the orphanage this weekend
It's empty, like your pocket when everyone around you grabs it
But all your hype is random, like betting on handball
He read it so juicily that he brought the sluts to tears
I wanted to tell them to fuck off, but suddenly it was too late
I read some serious stuff at the soup; I’ll do what I have to do
I don’t owe anyone, I conquered the dogs from the covers
I read this newspaper as if everything was on a stencil
So tired of this life, well, not life but an operetta
I'm always under stress, same custom, same sets
The director went underground and fell into the abyss of a sect
He shouted dicks from the stage and showered shit on the fans
But his stans were still wailing animatedly
I break their limits, waiting for a change
These thousands of dummies are stabbing in the veins
But that's not the whole point
Tomorrow I'll wake up again to write these couplets
Like the clip of a pistol, my live is like on cassettes
On the everyday scroll there is just no color at all
Counting money on the sticky stack table
I count the money and fill the sack with it
I fill holes with them, holes only for credit cards
Thousands of dollars in an embrace, as if everything is in photographs
Everything around is like being in a theater, everyone around is wearing masks
I'm running through the trenches, without a vest or helmet
Every day is like a war, but all battles are staged
Every day in the circle of the sight of a photo sniper rifle
Click-clack on your barracks, there are shooters all around Iraq
Like a refugee migrating to a new gulley
I smoke gas, the tank is full, the barrel is pointed straight into the throat
2 weeks in the desert, driving this way and that
My lifestyle is a movie, take two and take three
I'm walking around Moscow, homeboy, just look
There is a lot of money on the chest, but this is only ahead
Before what comes next, before what lies ahead
