Текст песни Black Boy - Жалкие люди вымирают

You are not familiar with our Pole, you are not one of us
I do not understand what you want a bitch
Who told you about us

We smoke their fool in among the forest
bitch imagined how I would wander their guts your brush
bitch I don't understand you Toli cattle Toli dowdow, down, down
Near Rat's brother, your fake people, they are simply not about
they are ready to suck, and dick with them
My joints will smoke, you knew the roads back will not
For young Russia, it's time to ride a new blunt
at home I smoke and around the collapse, rushing through the forest
I see how their bodies rot in hell

Sorry people leaving
Sorry people leaving
Sorry people leaving

My cotton body is waiting for a shootout, Sukaaaa
My woven body is waiting for a shootout, Eeeeee