Текст песни ЛБ - П н

part 1
My world Molecular of concrete granules
and how under the eyepiece all quarrels and dramas
People reset feelings My sleepy plot
black familiar bunch in the courtyards again here fauna

people without faces one and this as if twin
pizdets city garden vegetables everywhere
black across the border of white lucky
everyone knows but does not interfere with who will explain it to me
children etching in the entrances of schools and camps
While the media prohibited the death of Mitch Lacher
Commands in TVs already as icons
someone your daughter fucks while you took rollers and cola

Go down the street there Wires like the spider them sploul
While the baryg catch and let go in a circle
would cut off them member as well as uranium chronos
But the cockades will wake up and tell us it's time to zone

Dad from the church leaves the media to respond to lies
But it lives in Russia every third family
Future moms with belly somewhere fucking fucking
and Benedict after the resignation of the rings and liama

It would be necessary to say that I am the last heir
Who will remove the rays of propaganda that so brazenly blind them
But no, I am one of them in these web
that mired in dependencies and household routine

baby that looks at me with the eyes of heaven
the last hope of the country that so washed sharply
the one manifested the mother and the cross on the heel and weight
and my defend him so that he does not get there

part 2
Alex Bane corpse dance on his bones
Do not worry Bran herea, by the way, here
Lesha Brana is Bane only with ER and Russified Yaau
4 RA I put on the bits and put on you
You like Levitan if I wrote pictures but your traces were already tired of Kakak Vinamp

We have our own Harl Sheik
came to the bar lyrant so cognac decided
I like Charlie tire coke and whores
Section and washed the plaster God Why I cheer deprived

Is this bit passage you like passing to the fourth?
Before you, the killer does not cry a fool. Hanging bullets and otteri (and do not care what you're correctly ..) Your nose

my woman starts when I get rivals on battle
Judge put me 553 I want to tumble with her again in bed
and then home does not let and I like a desperate dog
Responsibility presses for me while I donate the head on the door
Believe me I will take this battle baby

And on the battle I am also a concerned necrophil in the past round to me Jura and someone merged
Now fucking in the ears of two new corpses and the first part of the blacks also beat
no tolerance but the opponent here is nonsense or glad to carry
then whether the slave is a lower bumps you again cry your brother sorry

Alex Bane died on the eve of Spent in the previous one
And you know I already have a fascinator on the battle to communicate with the dead souls
I like a spiritologist here Vlad Spiridonov
I register you in hell and sit there at home on the battle even promote Do not think God's hacktur also