Текст песни ФиД эМСи - Гонки

Who will help me
Teeth from the shelf to collect,
When will drop
In twenty or thirty-five?

This race!

After all, the lives of my image:
The liver, kidneys, brain, ruining!
Hate me all,
I drunken pig!

This race!

Splash, whores and booze,
I know that this is - evil!
I realized for a long time
And I tried to quit, but ...

This race!

After all, when in a pocket there
Six grams of powder,
Every other plate.
Generally I vsral his honor!

This race!

I am now going to the sport -
At the stadium or on the court,
It is a pity that I was not such a variety,
Simply me to go to "port"!

This race!

What I will be here to whine ?!
It is better to drink vodka
Or smoke plan
After all, garbage is left to live!

This race!

The hell I put my way!
I know no further collapse,
my blood as if the mercury!
I understand what is the essence ..

This race!

In general I will continue
Different whores to fuck me,
Blowing, pricked and plump!
Quitting time for me to drive ...

These races !!