Текст песни митрофанова - джанкиберроуза

raised their bearish bodies with bed
To the opening of the pharmacy, such as I slept
konovali sometimes do not sway with money
The oath of the hypocrate was forgotten
But we smile: "Hello, I as usual"
They are in response: "Hope better whining"
get from the nearest lockers
(Some are hiding under the weld)
Who needs: pills, capsules
Without us, pharmacists are without reason.
What kind of recipes - they are distributed in familiar hands
If you are here for the first time
They fuck on your flour
But yes, not everyone will show his pharmacy
Does he tell any of what he knows
it's not a gange, they are not worth sharing with friends
Opiates are different, although I like how to lick.
Alone Zalip under "Dzhanki" Berrowza
I would like to focus on the blood of the dose:
"I learned the formula of Dzhanka.
Opiates are not a way to increase pleasure from life,
Like alcohol and grass.
Jank is not a stimulant, it is a lifestyle. "