Текст песни Невежа Брежнев - Интервью со смертью 7 раунд

Take me to him I want to light
Labyrinths visited nearly blind
From these long trails that sgbiayutsya branch, day and night in the studio writing of text
This is your interview with death, but it is only just a prelude

Neither step has not gone down opponents crumbled finger descends
Not a penny is not on that, modestly clean up all the credit to the hands
He's not a guest at the Batlle he nail on Batlle
After his victory rumored "to fall sick"
And I have hurt, I only have the truth
and that in response I get send mail home
But I'm not one of those who sometimes gives monenty that would take the ferry
And it is not known who will throw luck will say in the eighth
Or close the eighth strong attitude will be treacherous for you saucy wait
Climb to the one who is under the canopy of all evil, and they take away my true throne
Again, you will be giving away their originality
Look not pale like to spend say "repent"
After all, I had already prepared for you a white sail
Caligula was killed you that shadow on you left

Burn to the ground because you told everyone
Coming down from the heights of the rock of knowledge and the missing
Boeing Boeing no longer a warrior is not a warrior is not necessary to save Next video
And so every time on repeat and so every day to monitor
What have you gone out of fashion and I patted flattering

Lost somewhere when it was thee
Godost or soul or essence of vileness
You inspired nezametil wind ripped the wings
More indigent your bust destroyed
Repent kneel and surrender
Your pseudo-type tracks churning all landmarks
He was obsessed with the murders is now obsessed with mud
All your platoon would burn the monopolists ass on uzi
Not cormorants here kid, I like you tore to pieces
It's all show-off Vasek hey cool down slowly cut all attempts to pass for
You are stunned and not even that simple glades
BAM! Get the blood flowing zhgem petard
The enemy you died accipe ratum
How many would not have holes in your paint is not joy
Already proёban thy throne to you a short time left.
By day and night I wake up that you discredit
Powerless source became corrupted there is no greater honor
In the five-year period is crackling creativity but you're weak
Remember I'm not one of those who received the flaw and extinguished
Behind bratuha road is already 6 7 threshold
and my doors are open
AVE KALIGULA

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Clod went another day people like the show I-I have a shadow
On-We ought to intervene in one voice say
This non-white crow can not fly
Tru-Tough perception of sleep, want to extend but it is not in the cache
Sad are places farther up so you are no longer a pawn
I invited her to his seated at the table
She took the microphone, started with the basics
Then interpretation knife murder
Bloody body, my life came
"Now it is not" in the title sots.seti
but no one was surprised.
Slowly smoldering ember that the planet
But while my Skeels
Do not be perfected that would quickly piling
To me as a corpse in a body phantom correctly
Feel microphone and utter parallizovanno
Stayed original and not a copy of copies
Get into the scene and hog laurels
The gap in nowhere earning fame
Or, slowly but surely on the way to follow
There is always a choice but one way out
 
A A A I was the cold, so everything will not let me
The AA Am need a lot but the word given to you all