Текст песни 1209 - intro

Just turned on the bit immediately into the game
After the first line, they inserted and plugged in an oar.
Monument vulgar, until a moment in the past,
When they do not give a shit about a plate and give a spoon.
We make free without getting into the telly,
Only from the tantrum of flow, we crush like flies on the walls.
There’s more stuff in the lyrics, more downloads in the tracks,
this is our production, we endure everyone.
ebash on repetition without slowing down the feed,
and you in the country, suck riches to uncles.
You're as small as a felt-tip pen
I break your punchy flow master
you are in a turnip, as in the wrestling of Kamensky Nastya,
they stuff you dick, and you swallow eggs.
Your work makes an order for a sauna,
Just hatched, the verdict of the doctor - down syndrome!