Текст песни Сидоджи Дубоshit и Грязный Рамирес - S.A.R.S

[Verse 1: Shidoji]
The tail rushes behind us in the field of mutations
Nord-Ost Sheep Stall Chamber
From [1?] Along the strip to high doses
My flow is psychosis
Bulgakov got up and fed his heart to Pavlov's dog
In the mouth [2?] Back of the fathers, scourge
I climb into the cores without concepts
Through shell membranes to body dents
I keep slaves in the bank, fell on mystic
Plunge into rectal fisting
While the philatelist glues stamps to the coffin
I fall into the hole of quantum orgies with glands to the beat of the hecatomb
In fits I lapped sample stamps
Funnel of water craters
We grow fruit under the reverse crust of history
Over the source of the chapters as Herodotus
Krishna is pissing on the doorstep
I screwed HIV into syringes, fucking decoys out the window
With gyrocopter beveled chiff tabletops
For shit at 16, you are thrown to live in a birdhouse
I'm waiting for the Kraken bong back to me
Cancer aka tuning fork not tone chambers
You're not the same, bypass tager
1-8-3 bombi monta da metonium wagons in Gamay
After all, weekdays are gray like dust enveloping the brain
When the burning bridge falls apart
For fallen stars, MCs crush pimples for posters scorching into hundreds of suns
I would spit into that sea of ​​hands
Behind you stretching like a cable, WHIP!

[Hook]
We cut through the punishment cell on oil shale!
We tear the frame of suckers dick sucking from the finger!
We cut through the punishment cell on oil shale!
We tear the frame of suckers dick sucking from the finger!

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Hey i'm hung on a wire
Deflection under a layer of soot
I blinked in the university square
Between the red-hot buns of children of corn
Fuck my ace you finally moved the plate
A cock pecked you in prison!
You committed suicide on Instagram to be recognized
On the talent show I was conceived in fear, I rock the tager
You bag like Buffett, I decided to fuck you
How Sean and Guyver decided to screw up
Skin does not suit me
But bitches like me like Datsyuk
At 23, he earned money for a stroke
When everyone around is just shitting
You're so shortsighted that you look inward
Goes down low
We're throwing sparks here
Mescaline melts in vessels
So catchy you pizdel us under a bowl of beer
That you are in demand among the crowd like Mr. Bean
But you, like a castrato sperm, never fired!

[Hook]
We cut through the punishment cell on oil shale!
We tear the frame of suckers dick sucking from the finger!
We cut through the punishment cell on oil shale!
We tear the frame of suckers dick sucking from the finger!