Текст песни Svyat - Бабки

I'm probably not waiting for me? Here rap cooked in principle?
You are ineptly wound, you have not gone to anyone here
Funeral loot after all I put a cross on the prize
Poor, but not according to plan, but unrecognizable I got
Deliberately ran the verge of deliberately written
Vegetarian, because I feel sick of Sasisi
I do not act like meatyad once bone my elbows, believe
The judging will probably give a bowl with ice now
Here I will progress on the future work and eat
Judge on the letter sh hey yo, you are a shirty judge
You watches, but the sorter is common, fuck, tracks in a whisper - cool?
You are a fucking sorter after all
Courage from Buttla Silent You Mord Fimida, Yau
Do you want grandmacks? Leach Gerontophilia, I
Hid the prize yes, I dream underground I got
Buttol pussy, but comes up at worst

I am here in the role of carrying the truth but passed by verse mat
I seem not to verse in dust but blood is not - stigmatics
Troll me, say the extreme tribes of me
But I'm inheritant in the norm I'm stuck