Текст песни Loc Dog - я тебя больше не знаю, кто ты в зеркале

I'll no longer know who you are in the mirror
Just what you yourself have changed
Putting bright day at the start.
All music will be a dead letter,
There will come a passion to become a sleeping bitch.
Come on, rushed!
While you palish drops faith from their pitiful eyes
There is a chance to gobble up this bitch, cut off her Bosko.
Nerves will depart a little later,
In agony she would shudder on the floor and funny rattle.
I needlestick you write the chorus
Most ohuevshy and finishing our career.
Then his mind descended, going back a hundred years before you crazy.
What do they cast out? Why are you damn sharp horns of the world?
Who do you you treat? Not Lechi. Bay directly to the liver.
Again, we smoke and silent. In his pocket a penknife,
You smile so grandly, my God.
It would kill you no reasons
But I just love how you scream and it's not helping,
They will discuss laughing, you creeping reptile
Like a snake hiding in the ground looking for contact with me.