Текст песни Шлёп нога - Забиваюсь партаками

I Do not know where to stuff yourself
new tatuirovochku,
there is no place on my body already
all culled, slaughtered.
In sixth grade, I filled "Sanya"
self-made machine
and then I could not resist
I wanted to be clogged.
 
clog portakami
flowers and shards,
chest filled his I "Rock"
so that was the fashion muzhikёk.
According loves and garbage
crammed my feet, I am.
In the army, I do not want
and in the area - I do not go,
I love my tattoo (x7)
 
Once portak, Two portak
Clog always happy,
and on the weight of the boys
listening to Hardbass bass.
Once portak, Two portak
Clog always happy,
all on the weight of the boys
listening to Hardbass bass.
 
Once protak and two portak
will soon come to an end grudak
Mom says, "Fool"
Well this was born, damn.

clog portakami
flowers and shards,
chest filled his I "Rock"
so that was the fashion muzhikёk.
According loves and garbage
crammed my feet, I am.
In the army, I do not want
and in the area - I do not go,
I love my tattoo (x7)