I walk past Eurasia: cross-eyed scum there
With draft Razin, can we get the bill right away?
Battle with reason: everything is ordered, we will pay the external debt with gas
Orgasm in the smeared eyes.
Back! do you remember how you ran? These moments fly like pins
I knocked out the strike, you drank the strike. they could have done it differently, but this is a life checklist, or just resentment
I called adult women children, but my house is where the charger is already in the outlet
Order in the parade, camera shots, forest, stones, snow, the truth and I are on an equal footing with them
no time, leave me alone, go to the devil, I will not build my life on slashes
I heard the claws crunch, dripping beige. Death claws with tender meat, and I'm mad
Resolved, rap on the head of the caryatids, boy go you, easier kris into the soul of Idida
Edita and Alla were replaced by erudites with scarlet lips and gays took regalia
And in reality we watched how in the area they aces each other with swords holes
We understood correctly - we are drowning and with filled lungs we inhale the smell of vodka.
I walk past Okey beer in hand, about half a keg from the shelf like a half kei
Now I will be silent for a long time, but just give me your word and without malicious intent
Madly and strictly I will express the lines of hysteria with my hands - scissors, well, stone
On the head of Cain, it seems, the time has come to repent, the earth is rolling into the abyss and it is time to abyss, that is
The third handful with grief to the grave of honor and conscience, valor, to get words for a good verse
And get to the mountain, where the house shines and the akathist to sing God forgive me, while there is enough vigor.
I walk past my hometown like a new familiar neighborhood, cayenne healthy like a robot
I walk between the boxes of apartments like a crowned one, businesslike like in a city hall at a stolen computer
Under the new Ohm's Law, the tension in the head melts the brain like tin
Why the hell did they bring up Oliver in me, whether faith or fear, but also a true fact, a true sign
Too young, but Moloch opens his mouth. the people are proud, the flame is blazing, the cord bursts
To the beat of the steps, blood on the wings? Marc Chagall. I see tears, for the second time only - Marshal Lann
I walk by, I am constantly passing by, strange style? Yes, this is imaginary prose, but it's not mine
And the anonymous Tim - the music is stolen, and the lyrics are without motive, there is no trace of creativity
To hell with him, with a turnip rent a roll of tape 54 fucking meters
I don’t have a Bentley, but I don’t save up for bento either, did you compare it to someone? I'm someone, bit necro
A kind of negro, vryatli. the first, unit vector, I follow your projects - rector
But by the kid. Minus spins endlessly like mimas at the ring
Tired of the street - stop, turn off the speakers, unscrew the microphone
But to run away from routines, I'm in love with this rap, and you don't haw it