On the roads I ride if dry and warm.
Unfortunately, I must confess a terrible syklo.
To raise self-esteem, which I had not visited,
I drag around with a natural arsenal.
I carried with me in trauma and paintball machine
Bat, a knife, a crossbow and a telescopic sight.
If somewhere will happen trouble with me,
I will not usiratsya, I will take an unequal battle.
And offenders resentment for what I can not forgive,
All that I drag myself into play immediately the forest.
The battle will then in trauma and paintball machine
Bat, a knife, a crossbow and a telescopic sight.
That's me what that Gopnik refused to miss.
I do not forgive this, I'm your mother biker.
Fortunately it was in a jam, I come up to him on foot
And rusty bonnet boom swung his fist.
I also have in trauma and paintball machine
Bat, a knife, a crossbow and a telescopic sight.
It turned out that the car was traveling Gopnik not one,
They sat there for four, who would have warned me ...
I may be gone, if I knew of course,
What is tucked right in the ass to me by my powerful arsenal ...
I'm stuck in trauma, stuffed Machine
Bat, a knife, a crossbow, all easily went sight!
I was upset at first, it hurt me to sit.
But the gun in the ass, I can look at the world.
And to carry the hands I do not need anything from him,
I turn to the enemy backwards, and from there on it:
Just look out in trauma and paintball machine
Bat, a knife, a crossbow and a telescopic sight !!!
