Текст песни несчастливый маршрут - серые будни

* Akapella *
Dirty animals!
You disgrace this gaming country!
What are you not fans!
You are just a gangster creature!
(Football Factory)

Draw for S.L.O.N. bitch
Ebash all three letters
Mudget in the head
Your consciousness in oblivion
Feel the power
Bitch, you're in the crowd,
And as one feather
Smile so mute
Hand pull say:
"How are you?" Che?!
Did you blow the fuck there?
In the club drank you pretty
Such elegant
Kolovrat squeezed out
When the forensic flights
You merge bitch
On the chime to boys throw
In the contusion you try to stop us
But we like Dobermans,
Ready only bitch blood pouring
Control your words
There were just point
It was cute to feel
How do you get on the kidneys!
Che, Pidr, not so fun?!
First blow to you in fucking
Released the demon from me
Scales, grams,
While you break the bitch
I pierce the departure
You do not buy away at all
In the head of Fita, tracks
And Bardak anybody
You are a pervert campaign
Ras with Basota contacted
Step by slaughter
Fully foot
A confident gait
You do not think
You just believe me
It happens terrible
Shakes like a ridden
Although to eat essentially
And did not start even

When you are five
It is difficult to tell you!
You want the truth
Hear fuck me fuck
Although you believe
What do you want asshole
Thank you boys
That destroyed the masses
I waited
Not from tech
Sizes in your head sitting
Roll into the landfill
Your "I" You - Pseudo Bandit
No 18.
Already at 130, at 210,
And 2 1 4
Especially proud of nothing
Although, post
There is something
Who knows will understand
What is it about
Ebash from - Soul
It is not profitable to say better
Who shakes from the scene
Someone Ebashite
White powder
Use at least
Sometimes its substance
Gray - Your form
Does not give you right
Huyar youngsters
Left and right
In general, everything is as it is
Yeah! This is tin
Garbage covered gig
But not movement
Guys Mutit on
What Mutitis
Not forgetting pro
Gray weekdays
Your time is when
Do not come
And then see
Whose rows rise
You pull on the bottom
Of this bog
Think with your head
Who are you nailing a dog!