Текст песни Oxxxymiron - Hangover.

Tore off his face from the toilet, but not immediately,
And the foliage outside the windows is like a dismantled puzzle.
I scare the mirrors, with my swollen mug,
Drunk eyeball - serves as a punching bag.
Two hours on the clock, I got out of bed
And in it is your chick, but the memory is completely erased - antispam.
What is your name? Where is your puberty certificate?
Honest mother, how low I go - bathyscaphe.
In your pocket, Lucky Strike, like a secret sign,
That I’m alive, although extremely weak, I’m setting fire to Katti Sark.
East Ham, contingent Pakistan,
Fuck, cunt, in vain did Vladislav call me to the party.
I got beer like a dead poultice
Hike I was in a fit in the face in Green Park'e.
Such a life - hang, do not chase,
I, as Bazarov, are a nihilist, for bazaars, Nigga please.