Текст песни Кровосток - 02. Разговоры О Напасах

talk about Napas first
smoke thick sperm nerves
someone runs it will close tomorrow
on a baseball cap and fingerprints
who is lying on his finger inside fenomin Signet
someone who is stuck buried under the first
pushes blood suckers with trunks
not necessary to be able to die blood on the pavement
too often placed in the coffin of life
I want to hollowed hop and peck
sticky Bosko Exodus Doha interference
garbage ohueli take all
and more often than new chicks are fighting
say goodbye to their boys
but I am here and now on his segment
you have to be sharp sharp dangerous
me everything is clear I am flying heel she did
nipples on mobile call pulls
baby take it deep and swallow
condensed milk until your sister
blows me locomotive throat timidly thanks
I love the freedom of the water like a fish
and I'm a sucker FSUs that writes laws
have its own law for a long time
to fuck that beautiful inserts smoking
grieve not to kill himself
make friends with the right boys
repak huge loud speakers
Tattoo 'll die soon
body is impregnated with poison
but it is important to remember that there is no hell
except near

Napas , Napas , sweet feeling hot smoke in the body drew a line
and no one can destroy even the brave trash
pulse in the circulatory system , the scheme of underground,
where the passenger one name - Life
and around the chemical formula , the infamous communication
broken filth
again Napas reserve
tied in this square and knowledge sharlotany
floss experiencing a renaissance
so support by making Napas
who are important rough instrumental
it warm vocals
lying down as the oil layer on the bread Kusman
the main thing - even in the fog to be able to see the main
scanning eyes where smoothly , and where sharply
where the sweet and clean where bespont
in search of fame and progress
steel beasts billion more
the remaining 6.5 percent honest fighters with sobriety
spit a rhyme , scattering its channels
left and right
again and again
amateurs and professionals strong
as Capron network
words
tired legs propped up the world below
out demons let flaming arrows into the heel
but they are not the heart ..