Текст песни Сидоджи Дубоshit и Грязный Рамирес - Клинч Klinch

Klinch

I don't know about you
but your corefan has already crushed brains.
For the fifth year, I have cooked style over dead ends.
To make grime, it was enough for me to take off my socks.

My doll is Kim
, yours is like a whale, her fuck off her feet.
I buy all the ladies, and you leave the club!
After all, only I know the course of the vagina.

So chill out! No need to steam
as if the chances of hype or luck are in your hands.
Commandant, I throw top grades on the hoods.
You stink out of your mouth!

I don't need your false god.
I do not believe the word but I believe in God's flow.
This is the result - so as not to give me a debt,
on my birthday everyone wished me dead.

Here it’s dangerous, in the style of the sheep, the plasma is boiling.
The station will crack underfoot.
As you do not bend, you are not 2pac and not a top starter.
- You are an example of fucking!

I can’t stop at the pillar.
Ramsing with us is like fucking in nitrogen.
Take a swab with your finger. I press the bass bass.
I threw my ex - it was my best throw.

I'm not a fan of bony
but for some reason I went out to the board constantly like a drunk Tic.
Here my flaw can not be found.
I suppress the potency, so as not to kill you.

This is an ecto sprint! Swallow the layers
having fucked a mustache.
After all, here is the heir to Judah.
Fly into style, spectacular skill
I show when I snatch you a point in the last seconds.

We hear the crackle of rings, the rumble of arenas, the breakdown of comets.
We have prepared in the crime room - an explosion pack!
Explosion, pa-pa-packet! You shot a shot in the head.
Total failure of torpedoes from rocket launchers to the meniscus of the knees.