Текст песни Mr Tramp - Чувство голода

Trump bro here again and Zaden inside,
Every little word oh, in my text holder.
Sorry sorry but I'm ready for passage,
The car frames such as you sink like a flood.
Trump stomped on the head, then you pit,
Starving for every rhyme, I have them in your throat gave.
Carnival chitakov hiding under the guise of nature,
I have only shaken when they learned that I coached.
From me to you, my Style, your crap simple,
Do not think to move on, you've left behind.
You're here, are not appropriate delirious voice of your bat,
You're like a nut on this bolt Werth.
I just thought, and already going on, count,
Alas bratyun, FSUs your desire to go.