Текст песни noname RA - Статистика

Statistics do not want to go nuts
Sitting there with your hand yanking under someone's tits

Take your hands out of your pockets along with the contents
Caution pants do not panic, ashamed of family
 
It will be for sucked portki, tattoos and not
Pouches, perhaps cover your lean body
For daddy’s bash, skinny people ate little porridge

Your rhymes, extinguish by sub-fence
Gathered to judge thinking that drag
Beggars in pockets and newspapers
Microphones bought at the outlet
One dropper is enough to cut the forest
The colleges of these non-fucked EM ES
We got off my mom’s hands right on my neck
Hopefully no proponents of intestinal mixing

Tears and cuts, now Cropalite
After fuck and dries, son is Bit Bit
No odds, but this twenty-first spring
To these sounds you have to fall asleep
Baaaaassssss ... curfew
The beekeeper on the highway with brusque of sharp words
I carve runes on the cliff of the stream of time
Vyeybonov problems lover burden

They wanted statistics - I'm an elephant
Near the water table is a gallon
Behind a microphone without RA names
It's time to break assholes like razeeeea