Текст песни Марик Маракеш - Трупак

you are a corpse, tanning bed your tomb
bastards in catacombs use hip-hop
clap clap clap, in the hall, applause,
but try to prove that you aren’t a cop
highlights on tape cassette
it's a funeral home, and we are your agents
fuck with whom are you and all your coins
the boys from those houses were taken at interest
you're a corpse, party, the reason
all this crowd and tinsel, a mass grave
do not step on mines, where strength is in the headstock
cause of death - lack of adrenaline
gloomy picture of a nerd dragged tina
half absorbed, paid off lured
lured Don Xiva, your horse a bitch rotted
from a piece of recitative plus napasa nicotine
this is marik marakesh, he's dirty cattle
there is no smoke without fire, and me without smoke
soon you will be helped to get rid of makeup
Well, the bullies thought the bodies were also washed with soap
with a smile fucked up, keep on being dull
this is how to deal with paranoia lysergin
cocksucking - methamphetamine
pills will not help if the body is sawed by saws
you corpse, hey majors what the fuck
wooden box will replace the sarcophagus
your glamor fucked our macaque tribes
I repeat according to syllables - you bitch are a corpse!
don't pass by clowns and mimes
soon you will be helped to get rid of makeup
either stop or you're in mage
don't pass by clowns and mimes
don't pass by clowns and mimes
soon you will be helped to get rid of makeup
either stop or you're in mage
do not pass by clowns and mimes.