Текст песни Красти Крок - Существования до респекта

the rich also cry
ha ha ha

I drowned in them
shouted trouble hi all FSO fluttering in the depths
Long live the blues Hamley rudeness bigotry
I suffered for many years
but in more and more a mixture of despair anger
The more I'm in the shade
the greater the percentage of bent ms fallen rap nits
my dads checked for resistance
I cursed the world in thought with him Mahach
Passion of the Christ spirit into the mouth
typically degraded children
the years, vessels burned nerve cells mother
Gandon beatings she saw bones
in the church until the pain to vomiting wax light candles

Cyril everything on track curve in the opposite direction
now I need a gun to his buckshot
to fool after Battle chewed sense punches discontinuous burn
quiet boy ottachiv style gives delivery
ms crying, looking for pseudo creative muse
but Calliope fingering me from boyhood

from morning to moan in agony day
I used in my dreams perpetrators troubles in Brew
Evening scandal TEMPO 140 breaths seething in the depths
from the rod monster
he fail soram up and fucking moans Otchainov
due to which the plan & quot; Jacket Bain & quot; details laid out on the shelves
my stomach hunger bankrupt
Croc eats only after crumpled sheets
pretentious lines
After the bodies of enemies that will leave the rap rock
new lvl
sigh of light through the 15 words
father mother I am one morning blood born again is about to be filled with the cry of the family - marriage shame - shame

I do not know what has to talk to the father and son
and my father liable stuck in the anus to the dogs
Cyril psihar moved down the row size in meters
skill needed in the search for a muse of THC in the veins
Baba skin immediately BDSM in mind it would be a couple of pussy sewed
the principle of writing to become moved out

a bunch of rich congress
each shattered to pieces tailbone
no money for sontex they podrochat
after a drop in my mouth, I do not mind in the way
let me mintovskih daughters weep when they finish a member
they pay exactly
for the sins of their fathers, 3 and accounting impact of the summer night
I wrote for days I look askance at the stars
 it is closed to the passage
The project plan is needed that each pseudo Eminem stuck in shit

every day gray
Prices drunken father moans
Sanaa life with faith - stopr
and I need to speed tones
and that the walls of the theater of shadows
I see the hole in the bottom of the sheets of dreams
every day there is less pit exit close
build more words per meter

Text under the feet rush to the top
then all believe hackneyed
throw matches bitches getting slower
But, do not stop
because these only Snape because of one bar for the day
 - Heytr feel spent?
- Yes, many bad
- Will all cocks
My Style tempered hunger
cold walls scream parents
 and now do not count the ideas just do not come back into the shadows
heard rap opened his mouth
since the passage of the mole dig
 not shut up until the treasure is not in the hands of the Loch
 Respect and treasure idols

eeeeЁuu Krusty Kroc