Текст песни ATL - Louis Pasteur

Now and here everyone has their own interest:
Folding kladenets for boys, candy for bitches
How many years have I been writing a verse like Monet's still life
Rhymes grow fat, but the wallet does not grow fat
I'm like this loop in a loop, like vinyl on a needle
I'm in rap like in a fucking vagina, like vanilla cream in a donut
And let it warm in my soul
When from such snot in a kitty in panties April

The picture is not clear, I have gone through something a little bit
And the little soul of the trash, like a spider's flair, is sensitive
Bag of bones in a box of nails
Here the raunchy sluts come with bad news