Текст песни Черная Экономика и Рыночные Отношения - Прямоугольники

At the heart of corn on hand did not guess the password,
But as befits a hero, I do not let them,
It is not the will of the poem of the system,
And no creams for eczema will not remove our souls from bohemia,
Try to break down stereotypes - telling me Dad,
And the fact that we are firmly zasrali like a pig,
I hear how the fate crucified for your X5-th
And someone's blood stained your damn Rolex for lam,
During that fight - proshlyapili,
You pomnish with whom we drank, brother, and thrashed like a whore?
But you dick vspomnish the sea surface,
And the moon that echoes from the water,
Under ekhi excites the body,
I do not how life turned the Bazaar to dick me
A black and white writing 8 years, 5 of them in the ear, I have not a shepherd, I'm just a rapper, market relations - it is the teacher
Whose faces covered with black boxes
decide any question Kasari Pyatikhatki steward
Whose faces covered white gauze
whose dream became reality nightmare
whose consciousness as cocks srovshiesya bones
that were broken
punctuated nauseam advertising slogans
whose souls were not prodanymiii zaaa ganary
just because they are unnecessary and free!
whose souls spattered hat
the lens greasy fingers stained
Vasё hey! shut up your mouth gag
shut up mouth gag
reprezent president and his ruthless assistants
peep greedily my emotions
that in a couple of minutes, the track is compressed to swallow greedily!
my voice is flying with our pull hut!
flying through the stump deck!
shake convulsively under our notes!
under our notes! under our notyyyy!