Текст песни XX-L - Я Плюю На Ваши Трупы

I'm here again to kill it in pairs
guys may already be enough to read the horrible?
you're not psychic although it is now fashionable but the
Still spit in your eyes you as the water looked
confident of victory at the end of the world were also
you're so cold even kill knife
I Th smoke break, you can not be serious patsy two
and now Batlle joker smile set
Hip hop is not your guys throw rap go
because my Punchy were on the site of the city
even though you are dead my lines, and will teach you a lesson
I screwed pathologist I spit on the corpses
sweet sleep kirosina to match the executioner throws
if you are the city of Hiroshima, Saito is 2ch
no matter what you do but unsuitable Buttle
I spit on your dead bodies in the morgue like a camel

that whatever you do on the subject, I'll kill
your body communicates with the hatch like Obi Wan
I question your location only depth
find your corpse or not I do not care about him

such nicknames I laughed, already sit Maine
if you're a hacker site I, if you are the mayor of the City I
Saito reading under minus Haya rolled with beer
if you do it will be a reflection of the high Vampire

opponents Saito City, listen stubborn and cunning
I do not goldeneye but Batlle ZhSU your dead soul
semifinals your glove you to a foot
Firefighter bad opponent because I am on fire Batlle
paste hang on the ears, the brain is far from Alliance
Your teen is not the RAF but did not give Italian
you just bogged down in the fifth, however, the children, no offense
I Batlle stroller, because taken out of the disabled
you're on the Battle disgrace, I-you remove all
your face on my soles, on the trail
tales of his coolness in rap all took out
but you're on the lives of all your business letters in words
my rap breaks out, but you are in the shadows
you are so low voice Dzhigurda above you
(Garbage arrive) we can lie to them notably
(It is necessary to remove the corpses) I spit on them dig