Текст песни пятка - убийца - когда имя ничего не значит

This is by no means sticky in the clinch of the spoiled Klava
I didn't wear a bra on my chest and no balaclavas are needed
Throwing open the alcoves, throw off the shackles, announce the enclaves
I distribute in a new way, my style is an injection in the bone and I am a carrier of poison

i give birth
it is the smoke from the mouth and not "so far", but "only this way"
I am not moved from the stage by rapniks in torn tights
selected varieties pump sterns and sides,
my hardcore - reportage - not talking about the weather

Alexandra ! heel is a killer
on the gram scale - a combat unit not from a Colombian
hide with your palms like children in hide and seek faces
brand punchy with water, water flowed towards you,
and now it's your time to exercise your right - to merge

they made a noise, hissed like a snake, but they did not name the names, the slobbering took away calico hide,
where do you shout your childish works in public?

it is more shameful than pitching a plane tree, uncle,
you boys puff
mated with grief, as if instead of a theme mourning was given
respectable men chew wife snot
I'll spit half the punch - that's one hundred and nine rounds!