Текст песни гангрена - zoofeat.

[lil Aa]

All that's left-
Our backwardness.
All that's left-
Our backwardness.
Rakivin.
Cancer and guilt.
Ra, kiwi na.
Rakivin.

And they cut off my water
And they didn't get the air
How shit is chilli in ode
So in suffering gave the spirit

The belly has become honey
It is fashionable to eat, I will multiply.
The teen began to dirty my house:
Moe had a knife all the time, bottom.

The cosmogonic cycle called race -
I am the same as you: I am completely absent-minded.
I am the same as you.
I am the same as you.
I am the same as you.
I am the same as you.
Poison on the skin like whales.
Poison on the skin like whales.

All that's left-
Our backwardness.
All that's left-
Our backwardness.
Rakivin.
Cancer and guilt.
Ra, kiwi na.
Rakivin.

[mc Zapornaya Armatura]

You know what underground is, don't tell
Underground is life where floors are not in the sky
Art on the walls of gray dreams of glory mirages
And behind the corners there are risks of a maze, such bends
Ideas for money or ideas brew dungeon potions
In the head of dreams, then they settle it in the world of matter
Schemes, wall plans, a scan of life will be different
These are the layouts here in ander under the sky
Gloomy view of pados from nirvana to waste
Weird teenagers roam the truth
Smell of money evil plants paraphernalia of yards
They know the way from rags to riches and vice versa.

[Deg tea]

A crumpled VAZ car appeared from the yard -
It is the Russian underground that rolls the screeching tires at us.
The sub is talking about something there, the air is shaken by bass.
Outside the paddock, on the lawn is illegal, but all by ourselves.
The horizon is littered with gassed sleighs
They float slowly and under their business
Spiraling timer ticking, Generations perpetual cycle
But the voice of the subway is heard as if someone here would not poke her

Scoring like Ronaldo
I flank defense
Hits in the brain with a sledgehammer
Scoring like Ronaldo
Like Ronaldo like Ronaldo
Do you hear the bitch like Ronaldo
Fuck fucking rods
Scoring like Ronaldo

The fifth phalanx takes off
I count phrases oh well
Through myself golunto
scoring like Ronaldo
Scoring like Ronaldo uh
like ronaldo hey
Certainly not less than two
Beats per day
Sledgehammer beat beat beat
I’m the first as if the letter hey
A lot of things to do today, okay
Boarded up the front door but give a fuck
I won't die
Gasped rested hung the windows
Do not call no sense
After all, the iPhone lies on a shelf of shards
There are graters of heifers weaving parties asking for permission
But don't I'm too lazy to forget