Текст песни Бильбо - Топь

hey yo, the sound is pouring from the speakers
this is not pop muzlo, this is a creepy underground.

Instead of brains in the head there is only smoke.
But, to be honest, I do not want to die young.

The system is flourishing, the people are rotting
On his future, every third dick puts.

Not one of them is aware
That every third one has long been crazy.

I can pin, I can score
Not a nail, but what specifically I will not say.

This music flies through membranes to the brain
Using smoke causes appetite.

If MS wants to read, no one will forbid him.
Rhyme one by one flies and flies

I live in the city with the letter I (s)
They say that they give cunts for their people here (huh)

But essentially honestly here everyone is for himself
spinning as he wants, here is such nonsense here.

Live easier if you don’t want to grow old quickly.
Let the hated you just like it.

Someone has a beautiful wife for the mood
Whoever doesn’t have a question is solved with whores.

Someone loves luxury, someone has nice words.
I hear obscenities all around, foul language.

I don’t share the boy, but I’m not brutal like the Schwartsneger.
There is smoke in my head, but sometimes the wind walks.