Текст песни Джин Grey - еее Сидоджи и Рамирес

I set cities on fire
While you lived on the komenntah, the captain flew around the cockpit
Until you flew, so be it!
Watch the bazaar, the agoran.
I hammer in the cap with a long corridor - contact.
Far away, in the end, a year is on the line, it was not easy spent on tons of nerves and money.
We are going to your shore, our efficiency is high.
Open the door! I knock you off your feet, you wipe acetone from your lips!
Who are you to dig so hard in your pockets?
Those who did not fall for the ball.
On the shoulder of the prima donna is the reverend donkey.
I read it in the toilet, the neighbors turned on Shazam!
Enough for the eyes of what I wrote.
Under our killer sound, people go to the astral plane.
I will prepare for the zone - departure on Versus.
Your whore didn't come home when the refugees came to town.
We gotta hit the bat!
You left the house to bleed in the wind.
Wanted to upload your fucking and upload it to Youtube?
But you didn’t know - they fuck solidly in free swimming.
Son, your capillary there is already burst.
I see your nausea bitch sitting on her ass with exactly a stake.
After all, I am full of strength, even the most uterine psycho.
And you are a stubborn Sith, stubborn style.
When you stop Sid. Something is wrong? We need to crush it.
The names of these Figaro are not enough to give epithets.
Fuck the deeds of these kinders in uniforms.
Fuck you jerk off on the Avengers?
And the fuck were you born a fagot?
You motherfucker to use [?].
He magically threw it in a deflection into the grave - the mordak was broken.
Better stay out of the way, I'm very horny.
Your wife wanted children and you woke them up.

Bridge [Sidoji]:
I am logged into Tor.
I am logged into Tor.
I am logged into Tor.
I am logged into Tor.

I log into Tor like Midgard.
I log into Tor like Midgard.
I log into Tor like Midgard.

Second verse [Shidoji]:
The undercover capron drowns the catacomb house.
Like skyview on invisible stacks.
A trampled corridor on the Rubicon - grief the striker.
Go move kawasaki
I'm like the bonnet crowd of Beavis butthurt.
You are a goof! Ahead with a glass of Psaki.
Clerk Kohl swamp mole is a wreath.
And proud. Fucking the IR port. Invisible fit.
It's a curry cartoons and the minotaur doesn't cook tacos in hell.
I threw in these barracuda pubs.
Scale a whole pub of cephalopagus.
Bent your mother on the corbina of catapults.
The tag would be on skit. While you sleep, that's wermut pastis.
Nika drink breen peace or beat the peaks with a hammer or chalk at the board.
There is a box of jellyfish in the park.
Lei! Chicks, squirrels, nipples are all hanging stuff.
Day flash it's time to die.
Gambit is hiding its ace, because my crutch is too strong.
Get the drums ready.
An adamant round hits Logan's frontal head.
In time, take the brass knuckles, knock out the chain.
The minigun fucked everyone up for centuries.
Before I reincarnated.
I can give you all the ins and outs.
Are there scanty catapults of underground castes [?].
An incognito fool is Kornilov's delirium.
Harmful martin and man, neuro-upgrade for raid of endorphin slave [?].
Coryphaus, but I am informed by Freud and Freeman.
Hop, faith, where is who?
Peripheral under the Efrate Reich, I could scourge the depths of the permanent bottom.
And, probably, then on the surface a horde of snide Doplebeian corporals.
Arrived cyborg rappers, racketeering gingerbread, idols in imported braces.
Past rhymes, algorithms, not rhythm, but relic beatmakers.

You're fucking like Martha Stewart!
Shout, enemy of the prostate: sker!
I scalped my sisters nipple!
My boss once space and erased!
The hydra has been ripped out by a nail pull!
Micah threw spice into the fire!
You broke up, rubbed into the Thai!
You confessed to your sins with your father. But how is it?

Chorus:
It was Jean Gray.
No!
It was Jim Gray.
Sasha!
It was Jean Gray.
No!
It was Jim Gray.
Sasha!
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