Текст песни Ристар - Общество Мёртвых Поэтов

I is your sleep, you wake up in fear
Memory lapses, was a bud on Dostum
And round number 2 two ceiling for you
I've been burned poets like a bud would hay stack

I'm not one of those who loves to fuck strangers bitches tracks
But without it, no action - that's the essence of rap
I'm not special, but you'll heat
While you're at home # ebuschieszadi hard pyalyat your ladies

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I knew that the battle to bits - it's a pain and fear
or how do I get to the finals? Nick was so Ristar you lips
I Moroder with soul and heart, so
I will not drink, and read on the graves of poets erased

You beat us, fag, to the last drop of blood
To battle bud AIDS injure a needle
Destro arrange them! and as a butcher will hack napapolam
Here # ebuschieszadi, fell on both sides

I fear it is your, close your eyes
Pru bit bud crazy - brakes failed
Bitch come back, you will not see here the world
After all, every poet-rapper would have a rapier head shot

Chorus:

And how not to get me to hell
After all, this was betrayed, and I
In the bottom of the waterfall brother
Last survivor among the poets