Текст песни Mr. Makintosh - Бесцельное стремление

I cried the birch!
I cried aspen!
Cried pine!
Cried ... rubber!

On Friday, you can enjoy a good time
But Stas, unfortunately, seven Fridays of the week
Our last trip to the club was without Alexei
It is a family like cowards, and thus lost to us
Aimless desire again to remove the ladies
That will tell us where the ladies without a hundred grams
But stick only to those who want to go to a restaurant
Or those who have crooked legs histograms
At the entrance to the hype, Stas, you give the knives?
I segmintiroval team to ours, not our
Squander all the money is not cool
But we are geniuses! We drank port wine to the club
Sat down to two:
- We are students of the hounds buy us wine
- Yeah, nothing else you do not want?
Shut your friend - talking a lot
Or let me chat eggs, like eggnog
I remember promising not plump and not go to the bars
But I like to gerontofilskom old porn picked up
No pussy dirty guy tusit Harry
I'm at the club without pussy - like an Indian curry without
That is not comfortable as a ruined hearth
Then tumbled down the participants, even waiting for the executioner
And no Caliph to start, your silly chatter now!
And five hundred years ago we would have had beef with swords

Dvoechku in the head! The opponent was silent - fag!
On your diss Mr. Mack replied - Story
You will not go down in history, because you are not the champions
Like Lukomorya oaks green x3