Текст песни Рем Дигга - 4 раунд

sometimes they say the words hurt to death
 break down to dust and desecrate
 the message is enclosed then. wild like a psycho killer
 a kind of verse thriller

 to force a murmur and a groan.
 kagaly tear to dicks.
 that you don’t pull the pope with the feather,
 anal with parker.
 no stealth guy strength
 in balabola busting except for supplying a pressure head there
 bullshit nonsense
 
 for oak food is a dictionary - and this is nonsense and not buzzing
 who stupidly searches for words - that couplet has stew
  in a verse will dig gray phrases of shitty and lean
 they will be covered with a copper basin, whether it is too early.
 
change yourself-drive empty
 and battle with us. and not in the United States. there is no knowledge of the manam suit cockerel
 better because I will waddle through the pain of a lame walk
 than pooping your mouth and verb rectum
 
the seed of power is not there. where is the mat.
 So, if you don’t agree, then you’re ban
 and it’s harder for me to get lost in three pines, to suck the floor of a brush
 how not to understand that this is a chatter just that the bazaar is clean
 
plus one hundred pounds you will not notice how your face got into the cal face
 plus you can’t replace your beep for cash
 if you want clubs to beat lines
 you need to think and sharpen them and not vparivat this fresh ches
 
now wild and stupid
 lead graters without mom.
 on a line verse without a mat.
 to weave many a bastard,
 without them squabbles all cotton wool,
 this style is not so much joy
 make a bit of muck
 Gods see, everyone needs it.
 
                            Russian dan. fierce gift. but trouble. he absorbed
                                                bottom shit just blah blah blah

  I would send the nigat to the heart right
  good pepper, who has had a wound on his head since childhood.
  when he beat aunt Rome at the entrance to the coin.
  would say what are you doing bitch stick out golem.
       
 would hit the cab and forget that he was friends.
 although the promise would have come to the soul
 all the same I would go down to the courtyard
 and a foolish little drunk would say go home disgrace.
 but I am weak. like you. but I will find a way
 stir up everything. let now like a cow on ice
 and let me judge slurred
 but anyway, anyway, everything to me and you plus a hedgehog is clear.
 I'm sure somewhere there was shame
 and it’s enough for the cotton idle life to fall apart.
on this matter is always ready to give blood i
 and I also love mom. God grant her health.