Текст песни Deadline - Скотный двор

you sound like on GENIUS
I am looking for meaning even hung GENIUS
My life is the deadline
I was not allowed to Dali but you shook his mustache like a genius
the teacher forgot how I look
you need a mike and I'll write a check
I'm with you longer proёbyvat couple
Hutt but you do with miscarriage
my style is a monster under the skin
You do not know me, but I also
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I do not see you you look like
your company when there is no computer
Rhyme evil but not your grime monitor
in turn asked who the extreme
and you came under his foreskin
without caste and faction is classifications
you do not master battles mad man masturator
I collected his style on the details
you took his toll-free action
tra you are my ladder or ramp
dely ladder or trans extra traffic
Your rhymes are not spent not waste sludge
You poison you tragedian without injury
mind a mess or carte blanche
Badmayev your gang is bondage
I press on the gas to the bottom of the tank
I'll make in your town Baghdad na n n Paw Paw
my pockets melts on sleeves
I break plans for life
fumes from the shoe quarantined apartment
crazy to the beat while everyone is asleep I'm alive
fell from orbit to fly down
panic scream in mind the smoke haze
I give you a feast in my veins Live
placebo palliative yes I'm a vampire
teleport to anywhere
you you you you shade and remake
Take one 140 beats
do not move fasten belt
mines everywhere my least here
My least here my Minium here
Pilgrim on lung dust and makeup on your face fucking world
Sirin on the shoulder of your name on the grave cross
then every daredevil I Syrian Express
rhyme nischest dogs tail to the rhythm of the life or death of a heart attack
the vortex of a tornado and you're sick shit but I cured all
my abilities check more mobile than the network itself repugnant
I have to sell the sins are more expensive to buy them, and I am clean but not the devil
money launderers cleaned its cache
it's time to tighten the screws Chip and Dale are
I I your text my squad number this hell every step I take that step
yak yak istrebitil shot from Siberia each of you will take aim
well preserved - check Point
the lady in your horse longer than a pony
posmtori in my eyes is the match of the century
I more or less you are less sick
slaughterhouse in temples clip crawl along the bottom and you will die
peal of lightning
cascades of blood
tale story, coloring comics
your flow comes to a runny nose throat,
NASCAR races, we catch up with dick
you burned at the stake is not enough
You went on the block in socks and shlёpkah
Each rhyme rainbow spectrum
baby does not like valish Wiley and skeptics
many experts lamented ms
Fincherman you like - a little skeptic
toned muse brain orgy
tyyy who is fashion and gloss
I decided to make tosting
I forgot to add salt and sliced ​​thick
all your shots in the air
You aka JK I'll blew his Cozzi
Deadline to watch later
on the loose, a lot of tricksters
folded mountains in the system tray
decided to rest - I sat like Devlin
was more than even among the debris
as fat on your stomach Kelly
I flow machine era Ultron
I gave you a light on the hood
Alfonso syphilis as Al Capone
copying you keep tracing is not exactly
cards in the hands of desks reserved
Karma bastard ammo pockets
countdown Armageddon suspended animation
do not go to bed and sleeping area
you honestly not an option
I start with one hundred and two hundred accelerates
longing you get there Party pawns
grime or death of your capillaries every crack
your mother Marian abyss
Mario worked for the cache head
puppet you would like Wiley and skeptics
but I went to the roller and broom
picture ripples noise in my head
assault guns salvo schooner at the bottom of your
Troubles at the helm as the Vrungel trust
You beguiled hemisphere Columbus th
We did not buy back on the shelves empty
I'm just challenging you just stuffy
the answer is not necessary but the tortured question
your art arthritis and arthrosis
these texts vectors milestones mite
you're not one I rarely rare one
opezdal mediocrity crippled since childhood
I am not passed cry rap Colleges
razebat me you just like nehuy
my heart rabbit under the Ecstasy
Marshal meters in harness wolves boars
I'm crazy loco locomotive and branches
you ran a bit, but the clothes are dry
your spine support guy
I put on the Service Redo album
to wake up with the hope of grime
male hamster fight look sharp
you paired me look sharp
not myself as slaves in the cellar
My Jackpot you erase sweat fucking
you're not with e3 sebis
sveg your network and the setting
heretic but the discovery of the year
fuck you make the bed
the night did not sleep handwriting sought
Restart Deadline means always late
the last in this magazine
I will not make all wait