Текст песни w.hoda - net

ESCE:
I know at least all your secrets,
In order not to give out, further my ideas will not be enough.
I didn't take part in your parades,
Anal tusy grin and panic panic.
The riot either puffs smoke as before, something makes noise,
The walls still have ears, but you have a long tongue.
Exact stories, so we sharpen granite again.
Rap is cold, but it also hurts your eyes like smoke
Kaja the second is trying something, but is there a dick
You have zero talent, the poet is still poverty
I did not noticeably penetrate the crowd to the sound of vinamps,
Taking pictures of cities like whores, he took root - a stupid creature.
Music again and again with no sleepy nights
Eschevsky's soul is still an evil man,
That we still beg for bits, we hide the smoke,
After all, they have unusual smoke ...

NaCl:
There is no way out, languor will drag along the nerves.
In the isolation of the room, the dim light will give me an extra reason,
Write how I hate you all.

STED.D
Your so rewarding lives have found their end again.
Among the missed calls, I discovered that my childhood called me.
Fucked up. I jumped for ten years, mediocre
Believing in eternal life, running in frequent batches,
Fucked up to be sad, guys, pour grief.
I hate being the dickiest on your best planet.
I hate your every goodbye and hello
While I spotted the bitch, the rumble of nonsense
Redeem. I'm decent, but I'll give you dirt, be healthy -
In my basement, all the cats fucked your law in the mouth.
There is a lot of bazaar on TV, but a pont is out of the finger
Listen to us - space is not so high.

Elitt:
I'm scared: to see loved ones - there is nothing to say,
Drive a lady somewhere, nicherta is worse than little things
In addition, there is nothing to measure with, but they are measured if,
You won't hear shit except songs ...
and not one of the cities will remember
No fucking eyes look up
My soul is in type at the computer
16 lines - text document.
Still young, less interest just:
To be either an adult or a dick understand who,
I only give the crosses to rub against the asphalt
And I distinguish my * I * only by nicknames

saymeow:
I'm on my own - I don't need parity with you!
slaves of desires, your colonial mentality.
your ranks cannot be made thinner,
plebeians are characterized only by envy or flattery,
but you know, somewhere
benefactor, justice.
then we will fight until your arrogance is lost.
pride is not your quality, it is not looking for you,
after all, your pride is only the number of subscribers?
food we need as much as possible for the mind.
you can't argue against nature: well, remember the same Saruman.
and you, as a flock of orcs, are the curse of middle-earth.
and your creativity is the fruit of childishness and potions,
and the result is some kind of puppy fun.
and we laugh less often, but not about that and not about that.
and a part of me will remain an evil cat.

kavabanga:
Tell me, brother, how warm is it in your cities?
I would have fucked for a long time, but something pulls back,
In my memory, childhood was ripped from its paws
And I, like a wounded animal through the prism of resentment and evil, began to take my own.
And I could have reckoned with your opinion of society,
To beat to music, to intrude on a heavy joke,
But while anger sneaks a chill of emotion
It will be easy to stir up a new fit in the studio:
Sisters, brothers, just sick in the head.
Music of the production, as a director, no one is in it at all,
I've already erased this verse three times over again,
After all, it is more important to inform about the main thing and not to echo to someone ...