Текст песни Бакей - диджей умер

My pentograms are not all clear
My top sound is uninhabited
Severe your eyes, fuck your ears tightly, weak falls to die
Floa Fleet Fleet Your Blanks

[Verse 1]
Sounds of intestinal tract
Sounds of clapping vagina
Sounds of dying zebry
We are now familiar and miles
That your idiot mixtures
Tipo hits? Straight in the urn
Saliva, mucus, frozen nonsense, DJ
Dies on a mixed console
This nonsense fits in hell
Church - the main consumer of LAVE
I'm tightened with a lot of "sikon"
Stretching all of you alive
Matni in Takt, Matni, Matni in Takt
Step Matni in Takt: Sound of Minsk
Wild Dance burst into your home
Noise sound more than Igila charges

[Chorus]
Your DJ has long died
DJ has long died
Your DJ has long died
He has long been soup-jopa
Your DJ has long been dead
DJ has long been dead
Your DJ has long been dead
On the console in the masses of the vomit

[Verse 2]
Overwhelmed, you know
He will not stand, will not play
Premiece to death suddenly
Rapid scatter
Poor choked
With pale fais, no pulse
Death in convulsions
Brighter your bottom tus
Cough syrup is not to blame
To blame, brother, butirate
Cardiac party to stand glad
But I went through your servant
Twisted nipples on max
But rushed by the Kalachik himself
Toned another talent in vomit
The club further drives, x * Le Saturday

[Chorus]
Your DJ has long died
DJ has long died
Your DJ has long died
He has long been soup-jopa
Your DJ has long been dead
DJ has long been dead
Your DJ has long been dead
On the console in the masses of the vomit