Текст песни Сидоджи - Мегалодон

I need more bodies of hungry mouths because someone is on my muzle
As if on a needle that without their heads looking for all the drug department
I pack those candidates that are against in polyethylene
I hope there are no such assholes who can use the scarlet pigment

Because the lines leave hellish gangrene on the face
I cause detachment of placentas in stray
The grin of hundreds of moray eels will drag you into the abyss and drive you crazy
The dope will rock you so the fuck the turban will fly away

Maine network owner - biological farms
Where every man is from filth is a fanatic
Do not go to the enclosures on the other side of the caves damage
I swarm in the guts of other people's hands like a worm in the ass

Yes, all for fun, brothers, I smoke water cadastre!
Releasing a cloud of radiation from the attack
Covering this satin with headroom in spaces
There is not enough space for me as in the cracks of narrow-eyed

Chorus X2
I need more bodies or experiment to the bottom
So that every goof is numb, because fear is a favorite tool
Revealing the words bud in it, the damage is not directed at rut
Sorry, but for now my flow is hungry like megalodon

Verse 2

It's an exuberant contrast in a prehistoric hue
I will lower your pelvis by eating my knees
For me, my text is namaz, without an inflated markup
After all, from Temakov's phrases, the frame of each virgin is bursting

You open the nozzles, but few people delved into my step
In the sea of ​​amphibious rappers I was nicknamed "King Shark"
I'm not the protein in your ears, rather whole ammonia
Text hidden in a sarcophagus as an artifact from the eyes of hackers

And here in the berths there is no comfort, the cabin boys are dying in their cabins
In this biofield with fierceness, you won't redeem like "Luther"
Fuck my rhymes, the fucking bullets in the coffin pack
I don’t care about your rap like an eagle's fin shark

I don’t need a net to catch all the ichthyanders
They climb into the mouth and so I'm just afraid to pick up the chancre
Filling your chakras on top of pain with a vile genre
To feel the fire in the brain of a fucking pithecanthropus

Chorus X2
I need more bodies or experiment to the bottom
So that every goof is numb, because fear is a favorite tool
Revealing the words bud in it, the damage is not directed at rut
Sorry, but for now my flow is hungry like megalodon