Текст песни Earl D. - сумашедший мир

{Want to know where these scars come from?
My dad ... was ... Drunk and a monster ...
And once he got mad somehow more than usual
Mom grabbed a kitchen knife to protect herself, but daddy didn't like it
And now, in front of my eyes, he stabbed her
He laughed like a madman ...
And then he turned ... [Heh] ... And he says:
“Why are you so serious, son?”
He walked at me with a knife
“Why are you so serious, son?”
- He put a blade in my mouth.
“Let’s draw you a smile!”
- and ... Why are you so serious?}

We are not crazy, but apparently our world is like a damn
Someone loves smoke, and someone explosion of the stove
Overdosed on exploits, hike, we are at maximum
Don't even try to finish off!
We are filled with the fact that you will be stopped by a stopudova like a minigun of a bullet
Do you have to think it seemed that you are magnificent?
But you are just a fool! ...
This style is as black as BatMan’s cloak!
You are forgotten, like the Vetrov show!
I take an ax and you are all in firewood
You're like Johnyboy, you're a pseudo fan
I will give the first attacker a souvenir
His half-blood-filled brain
Now you understand why my name is the most technical
After all, I built a bridge to your death ...
Here the laws will not help that they led you there
Where did you think giant steps followed
You didn’t even see the sky, but for some reason you say
That music is given to you rockets, like kerosene
And the arsonist, as if people called you
Because you threw dynamite on the bits
But somehow I thought not to see you pressure
Which you have to run to for years ...
It beckons me to kill you, so that even under my feet
You weren’t confused, remember, you should run
Don't dust me - you're not a desert storm
You only wind in the sandbox pats
KKK of course you are right, ddd to pain, zzz are familiar, introducing antics
TTT those who bbbb no longer need to lick your ass!
I won’t confess, don’t even think
My thoughts are monumental - there is no way to pass them
They are chained by inspired mods of the world.
Surely, they told you that here how
I go to Hollywood - I go, friend!
I tell you you're cool, but I'm lying, I'm lying
Your chika is not a car, but after listening to this track
Only drun-drun sounds ...