Текст песни Красти Крок - С тех пор

among arches gate hardening door
losing control of gaze plunged the ax
removing its hinges entered with his head
there were all of the underdeveloped Kollek to gifted geniuses
who is not crazy freak that I am among some kind of rappers
of them carried a nasty shakedown
no words is not clear that
wide armor vomiting every sigh 6
More cold can die
but they have much in common
Prices dreams paranoia
but all would be able to
the world as a child Jesus was crucified after dead
Each mutters under his breath
read his aloud
full length from head to toe hair
in verbal diarrhea
track, I goof manure level plinth
failing to merge with the mass
Hermit hater songs of
and until they do not rap trenches
I am like a collar on the neck of fleas and lice
any step I terribly bad
then every 3 Jew yes goof
they write about the war of the worlds
in the end about the stench of feet
all deadlock prepare
enough blunt words
I spizdel and for the sake of you
wreath marble coffin
left to sew a jacket
go to the bottom by shit
all concerned to become better
No other sporting interest
without money 16 years at least 57
my treasure your Respect
Believe in rickety shack brighter light
though no candle lamps
but at other times in place of rap nonsense
my every track
illuminate it as the dawn of the day

from childhood is simple
by peers disrespekt
I badly hammered into the brain
not the authority but the owners of the throne
from my 2-word
He is seen trembling cowards
I went into a rap since
any bits knock
you began to read from the branch of a large hut antlers
my dream is just a forest of hands
I read you ashamed
Russian rap shit in Alas
on hand to take your mediocre fagot
with huёm ass standing side by side on a level
Teenager really hurt you sooner
idol close your mouth to the foot
to you what the rules of manners
demure becoming fiercely
- A lot of the low takes
he is lying another dumb MC
dy meaning of the text which I steep eee
I'll tell you the next track
and you go to the same 500
with original Clem
razёbanoy cheek from a member
my stay in the stool culture
crap beaten out of me like a bullet
Then mumbler now joules power of words
the role of background zero
Now in this horor drama actor
Terni through shit stink
immediately with the slag in the pockets of the temple of the king on the carpet it all in his ugly face
knight's move
I burned rap soul
but day after day, they breathe
stable day breakdown
embellished a bit about the wonderful world
in shame and soot
since gone
I misogynist rapper skin
Punk melancholic cocks son
Hayter freak enemy reviews
the embodiment of all
eliminating the MP from childhood hobbies
I come out of the shadows