Текст песни Deadline - Отряд камикадзе

I crooks one as you all as one all
died yesterday overthrown trailer
the principle of my shell
for each of Mr. X has a plan c
you're sick rhymes and Skeels's medicine
night and day under the spice and two guys
feet fisting on camera
in the basement bang bang bang your tours mix
Kritinia Kid you marked
I fuck on the brand infused rum
fag in your sect instead of robes robes
I swallow a time capsule as a brand Roma
you do not Travis Barker is not drunk in a bar
not tucked tank but grass bikes
you do not valish in grime, and turn on Crime
Valley Equipment My Valentine
they are waiting in the UK but you bayter
I did everything myself "nuuu normal"
I read how Nazar "is a tower bro"
what am I talking about? You out of habit you iron shirts
each of them here nigga white
but you can not cable or Niko Bellic
two stupid ass one gram divided
Dad gave you dumbbell
in a wheelbarrow valyna Machine Gun Kelly
Badmayev wake is no grime Daily
NIKE with a briefcase in the street
free school you went for the money
This style of fighting stillet
Skill in the veins and skeleton
plyvёsh downstream mainstream wind
passing in the morning I was replaced by the vector
Hawa nasvay your plan foiled
Empire clones I han solo
Tadzhuu your technique Kage Bunshin But Dzhutsu
you are in pursuit wiped his feet on the asphalt
shooting without recoil misfire miss
after a bit of fat in your heart thrombi
but in my mind sections of rooms
you do not like me having sex in a coma
I'm tired of playing this concert
I have flaws in abundance
as though not in the subject as the Buddha is not in the body
I'm not in the order in chaos
mariarti himself and Watson
but where your posse Kamikaze
every fight gladiator stalls
but is not the fists and fingers on
you and unordinary Neanderthal
He wrote verse once again in vain
because we all got wet from rifmodozhdya
but I have survived though and wrists without gills
and I'm an illiterate prisoner
Skull Castle madman
my eyes quasars
himself a gram or ounce samodistruktsiya
a set of add-ons and features
and how not train cocktail drunk everyday
clock at five minutes to my life
You're wrong, even his own pulse
ebalo you on a fucking Chui
you do not swing and kochuesh Mans
you without balaclavas against typhoon
from my flow you do not have to squint
What am I worth? I'm not worth the Stoic
arguing steward is your nickname so
in the tree of life, you're a demon Chino
ssysh sitting and standing suck
hey you have not repaired
give an interview on Al - Jazeera
"The Insider" and "real man"?
Your Alpha Chick you're not Al mend
each hiding in the vicinity grin
ёbnuty but Deasy times feces
He threw in the envelope you freak mp3
in your ass avgan remain Waw'ka
Bai each know a rogue will bring not in fornication paradise
Man eat the labor mantra here typhoon
your writing without 20% of people
saliva in the mouth but you wet the manna
nerd ass your sister ottoman
I cooked her a cake kurnik
scourge pounding balls into the hole
sak e moms fucking you Luntik
DeadLine aka no time
bleed to death, the crown line
on my watch five minutes to your death
and I am here first I am here first!