Текст песни Бабай Грозный - Теория вероятности

You are a supporter of the theories,
I realized more and more in the practice of pain,
Pyatoyu felt the ground, blood essays
I am writing you, your dead priori!
Yes incredible peaceful
That's what I have inside,
I have long been scored on bolts (battles)
But here I will score nails in your coffin.
You will fill the post of the mob.
And my flow in post obese
Threaten me hell,
But I was born in a shirt under her corpse worms!
Your mind once hanged,
Yes, I'm unknown and Iksom.
You crossed and a set of chromosomes
He took and ruined more than a cross.
And even though I'm a virgin climbs,
But I jinxed her chastity in ecstasy!
I liquid texts, but her drugged
And she was soaked to the skin in formalin.
Even in theory, obviously,
The probabilities of a few that I would be enjoyable.
Yes, I'm behind a mask glaza
I zassal? Only your face kid.
Yes, I remember the phenomenon ...
I put dicks on earth zakony-
You say that I am incompetent moron,
But I have all, at the Battle, divided into zeros!