Текст песни Loc-Dog - В России нет карибский кокс, есть бутират

The purple floor merged with the gray ceiling
You look under your feet, the sky was not floating far.
Bassi knocked out glass, membranes
Everything passed for a roar of the holiday and we were cheerful again.
The sun was shining, it was hot
With sopram forces I burned out again.
New unbroken record with a partition I,
Proudly became a river, taken turns.
What, learned and managed a dream
Was invisible in the fields yet,
I always wanted at least krapalya
Mom did not hold the earth - she moved away.
Questions reversed polarity and charge
And the dawn will be clear, in a row you will eat
In a different way, but you will be her cancer, anyway.
Like our entire treacherous squad.

It's Raaaaa ...
In Russia there is no Caribbean coke, there is butyrate
This joke will suit you
Every fagot wants to be at the bottom of himself.