Текст песни OspeaRon - Царский Престол

shake on your mustache or swallow the phallus, you
always wandering, but certainly not faust, but a vagus.
I certainly know your diagnosis as a house -
your life does not shine with bright colors like an arthouse.

and I'm not David Fincher, but I also shot a girl with a dragon tattoo.
sorry, the brandy turned out to be defective - the narcologist turned out to be right.

“Glory, don’t drink,” but what has my muse presented to you now?
the path to the royal throne is open, it remains only to endure, but

the road going will definitely be mastered, if not slowed down - the post of Russia,
the main thing is not to piss, because on battles they often threatened to stick a feather in the kidney.

while at night I raped a sheet of rhyme, you were worn somewhere at night, muse.
who are you children of clubs, light music against children.

those who were blown away in the first round,
to hell with the pursuit of the throne
I didn’t even touch your finger, but
your street music in touch.