Текст песни Velez - Пятница 13-е

There are no more barriers, to dismember the scum?
He will be glad of death, a knife is stuck in his eye.
Can't get anywhere from me
After all, I sold your corpse for meat
Yes, and in advance, the outcome was lethal
Out of me fear, but to Hell, to nowhere forever
Even so, a simple painstaking staff
Without hardcore, Stas became defenseless
No, because never a branch of development
Dismantling itself began to grow
Stalker, pedestal, they want change
First time, again, standing scared to piss
And the offer to win - the risk is small
Should I read it out without being in time?
Without selling your ass, necrophilia
They will ask if I'm a necrophiliac
The mentor is delivered from behind closed shutters
Satan was humane, let the mind be clouded
And how Joseph Stalin - "shoot"
Adolf Hitler was dead - brrrrya
Well, somehow right away, you brother
Without insult, one took them all by himself
It's a shame custom, I was not offended,
The order is set aside, the book is ajar there
The table is bloody, was the radiation checked?
Soldier's camp, standard stolen
Disbanded squad, what a bastard you are
Did my best friend say that, degenerate?
Ankle boots laced, tightly tied
Soldiers clean them in the morning - a habit
It was judged, the demand for a diss was empty
How someone's inner world is empty
The sound is one hundred kilowatts, you are castrated
Torn apart, fear, you are framed
Fallomorphized the meaning of life I was looking for,
Smashing words, battle without food and sleep
Throw your T-shirt out the window, step after it yourself
After all, the werewolf is near, run from him
It's like a fairy tale, you just need a hint
Or summer vacation is just an excuse?
Also become old, drunk, vomited
It was then, the scourge, rebelled and mocked
After changing into the victim's skin
I drank blood without being exposed
Sentenced to death, chained to the wall
And you release further progesterone.
All there is is a condom, they called riot police
Sold what neither is - police rut
Shoot Veles, for the battle of the century became
Inadequate style, incredible fact
Beast without me, heartless maniac
Sodium benzoate, taken in tablets
The ax is sharpened, at least to kill
But no one talks about this just like that
Don't write gomoshit, you'll be beat
Catchy looks say a lot
Ask for forgiveness, wait for the return
And then ask for leave from Satan!
Souls sold, you victim is strangled
Your meat for dinner, nobody needs you
New morning here, eating corpses
Rappers ain't true, damn, cannibals are cool
They belong under the Central Department Store - that's where dinner is
Exhausted for days playing with destinies
Intercourse without embarrassment before suffering
Muhammad Ali was bit without Tired
Smashed the non-comrades, so in front of the Fuhrer
Hunersohn you yourself, really - salt - in the eyes
Continuations to wait, prostatitis attacked
I called prostitutes, my sister arrived
Burn, asshole, your mother is there
Paraphrased during breaks passed
For retake to you, he brought an old stamp
One question is - what was the reasoning?
And you won't understand it - you won't become ghetto old
Account canceled, corpse sold in parts
Bodies - two rubles, cut in front of people there
Best girls, don't act quick
They love work, so he believes himself
Personal example, effective beast
Lycanthrope young, if you want - check
Hannah Montana, or with you
The lonely Mormo drinks blood.
Two bullets in the temple as the last lines
There is nothing worse than being an idiot.