Текст песни Yankee Monkey Boy aka Gudi NY MC - Райское Наслаждение

This is a polygon and the one who is far away is shooting
I run away but the shivers come in someone. So easy
To please the one who is not obedient to God in whom
Souls of restless sins. Like Leprikon
In the rags of icons, he sees gold and put on a hump
There will be little things to the fullness of the sides of the holy faces
Begging barely crying, leaning on a hoodie
This is a scam. Louis Vuitton will press into the throne underneath
Wednesday of the Rich. Among the hachees is someone's slave on the subway,
But rock is like a stain. To whom is the cross and the coffin,
Who needs an excuse to go to the morgue to starve, who gets caught,
And who will sweep away dirty linen with a broom in a bucket:
Ahead is the capital, the bank, the house as a result,
Ali top-top in top bargaining is appropriate here.
The dominant tone presses, but he will surrender me.
How can I get away so that the coins are ringing ?!

This is heavenly delight
Thoughts where they are waiting but not out of need for me
The power of simplicity that will press into the throne like nine tones
As a result, Varfalameev moans scribble on the table

This day of unfulfilled hopes is your last round
You are not Tony Routh, admit it, I'm not dying
Even laughing, man. This fun for us
As it is not funny - Comedy slag and do not convince
In the opposite. The day has passed, followed by another Your rap - cotton wool
No offense, polygon. Maybe sometime
You will get a little better
Like the carcass of Andatra two days ago
Dead. Just as a date
Call the pager
I'm old, yes I'm old, yes I'm super old magic
Super Star Magic
Yankee Monkey Boy aka Houdini Makes Things Up
Does things
While every bad rapper is covered in feces up to his shoulders
What heals there