Текст песни Rickey F, СД - Интро

In his left hand, Snickers, in the right hand of Mars
My dick on my lip knocks Card Carl Marx
On the release it was adjusted by pussy production, it is there a larger percentage
Our album is just a mixture
They steal my rhymes, I walked up by the patron
But this is a geese theme, as if the dreams of Prince Hatta
Two rings, two ends, but it is not at all scissors
And yes, steeper us a lot of Emsi, but this is a blank set
Play basketball, playing beautiful, they throw me tracks, I throw in the basket
More and more time in these movements, drags as if Kraken in the Pochin
Talk about rappers and about culture, but sliding, mute as som
After all, I do not understand half of the dialogues, the dialects of Pidoras are not my horse.