Текст песни Белый Материал - Трусы Эминема

verse 1

I was born ugly, neuter
And asked the people, Ma called me Iodine
I learned all the songs Ema and transfers,
Copied manners and forged handwriting
Everything turned out what happened
Pinned me on the fork - I warlock
I'm a former boss of the family adepts Hari Krishna
I for once hip-hop, like skiing on the asphalt
From me all the letters ladies fall into the spam folder
I was mad that Obama struck a tattoo
You 2pac introduces a standstill
And me your coat, freak
On the black clearing fallen snow
Eminem took off pants, and then smell
As from a horse hounds But he would not stink ....
Everything that comes from him, the more I smell

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
seemingly white all my relatives
But for some reason my thoughts Colored

White, but not worried to live on benefits
My hobby - your repofobiya
I was born a freak that no rap
As without oxygen

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verse 2

Hip-hop and I'm a terrible copy
Eminem, we threw spears
Among the gangsta-reperrov I white dwarf
The third song is reggae, thanks to Bob Marley
I shot the sheriff, but not killed deputy
I have little experience to turn off werewolves, sorry
Tolley case on nakurke five stocks
The long-awaited client Durkee major Onkar
these psychos apply first blaze
Cut then quietly in Tsaritsyno and Vyhino
From Prison patrol cars, they have tattoos on the body
They thump, inhale, and then mayhem
Well, after all this, you tell me
The cops are different from gopoty
And it really embezzler billion less bandit
The doctor who has delayed loan and rapper, cut bits
I'm a gangster, in the sense that I am a thief, I steal bits
How to steal inspiration from people like you

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
seemingly white all my relatives
But for some reason my thoughts Colored

And I have a sword, but not the eggs and before swine pearls,
And so, your grafomansky vyser. Here you are, sir ....
On each day, and at night, I need a doctor
"The devil inside me blows my head at all"

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verse 3

whether seriously, whether for fun
but I'm the one who say, come in large numbers
Muscovites, it is very courteously
He asked to smoke, then add beer
And I covered deprive the city of beggars
Where no one no one should, and no one decides
And I live. Bash at the Bash, give to give.
I am waiting for the sales, excluding cash
This city of contrasts, black money
Evil gays and straights stupid
Dear Muscovites, rooks, silent
The problem is not those who are calling hachi
Your dreamboat to limit
All excess of quotas in regions peredohli unemployed
There are so dull, with vodka and snack
Social elevator if it runs downhill
Oil dudes do not develop regions
So goes the whole country in one city, and he groans
The formula of all the places where cross put
Overproduction, overpopulation, moving
Here, no one is calling, so I'll come
I am white Gastarbeiter, "Rusca know haraschё"
As long as you are not here to give birth
So as we ponapriezzhali
This town is too small. People are divided into those
who infuriates those who are not interested in
Suppose I nibbled around the edges, but I have none left to rot
Nobody likes it, as I do

So who am I? My skin
Outside like white
seemingly white all my relatives
But for some reason my thoughts Colored

But who I eventually
All of us are white on one's face
Only one more light, and the other - the damp
Do not measure the coffin for me now, I still grow