Текст песни PHARAOH - Phlow.iso

I looked at her body, in her hand, I clutched the blade
Soul flew to a folder out of porn, bitch, what?
Browser Daemon Tools, My flou.iso
Kruchu only under Capslock'om in the kitchen of your Molo ..

Forget that, and I like the wind, he has opened the Spurs
Dreams on the Internet, your solo petting, all muddy way, I'm here for this (for this)
You can cry on camera, how much you wish (to burn them)
But can morons would love more if it was not fashionable

Ashes on the buds of roses in my dresses liter Voss
Your bitch - arhivary, attaching a link to a post
The Firewall, barking wolf, hundreds Blunt, silk top
Slipped as corpses chill in the dark, I'm long gone

I know everything, your whole way, bitch, where silent, where moaning
Your whole face of the reflecting belated stupid ass
In short leash you hitched your skin
You now I rvёsh pipe, but we're just Fyodor smoke