Текст песни PHARAOH - ВНУТРЕННОСТИ В КЕЙСЕ

My brush disappears into her chest
And instead of a heart there is a fake plastic
What's wrong, bitch, is not it something?
I separated her head flick [zanpakto]

Night, camouflage and banana juice
Embalming Blunt and call me my dogs
When the money does not call, then they go to the call
On the bones grow rich village of fools (creatures)

And I smoked with them, I hate
After all, I'm a dead white punk
Bodies in the case, sativa-Blunt
And I Tetrapack

They want me to pertain
And my style though Adam's rib
I will not allow them to twist my
And not a gram is not selling them

The last thing I see
This will be your fear
This will be your downfall 4

[Hook x2: PHARAOH]
Hiding in the interior of the case x2 (sqrt)
Do you want to cry, and want to laugh (the creature)
I hide in the interior of the case

[Verse 3: Boulevard Depo]
What a stuffy place
Hiding in the interior of case
Skins are looking for in my heart
Their sporting interest

I like sporty Thackeray
As Iius risen again
I lodge a case in the trunk
I put a black Mercedes

Rap noir so much smoke
Hiding the bronchi in a black case
Gloomy forest and hands in the air
Stuffy club uttermost beysd

I roll down the middle quietly
My lifestyle full stealth
I cant twist on the press
Style stinks the whole Merce

But time does not matter to me important process
Who are you to me, as you can see, it does not matter
I'll go through the archway struck by a batch
Wet authorities hide my case

Okay, have fun, and immediately disappeared
My picks ioy heyzoekspress
I carry this meat, I'm going to eat it
Your skin, my desk, black case, rollin 'place, son

[Hook x2: PHARAOH]