Текст песни MURDA KILLA - Cathy Heaven

Hold your flash, friend
Squeeze a cross in the palm of your hand, friend
You played triple Six and won a charter in the forest friend
Kidnaping is my way, my ax is a navigator, your mother in black is one two three.
When in your mouth a brilliant glock you speak only vowels.

And every night the labyrinth of nightmares, the raw ditch of his minotaur.
That bitch howled after Ryan.
He won’t tell the boyfriend where the scars are from.

The attractive whisper of the damp basement, your look is what I missed.
I’m cooking cutlets later than the sagawa. Tomorrow I’m not going to make plans for myself.

I hear the knock of your teeth FUCK, this is not serious,
I sat bored in the forest by the Christmas trees, and looked at the stars.
Dissolving in the dark you will not know that I am close.
my jeans are all in the grass but the grass is all in my jeans
when I entered the dog whined
Swamp fog you get lost fuck. I’ll tell everyone how you cried miserably
187 givitap mazafaka fuck
Take me boyfriend, I'm like an amphetos, you are loading and soaring,
Flight home is the most competent varic, farewell webpunk on your avatar.

antidepressants analgin and nootropics, if you want to try, flow to the floor snot. In my veins, an antipsychotic, in my lungs a fresh Eureka, a blanket on the floor, she was like Katie Haven ..