Текст песни иnfo - Пирожки

So let's go - I'm here with hot cakes
If Uncle Info lays down, then the Geiger counter scales
My rhymes are universal, more expensive than oil stocks
So you want to find me? I will be where there are no hares
I grew up in a city - a nightmare
Where glasses turn into pince-nez without magic
Where there are shots in the spring and truths on the fence
And the sky above our heads is not a bit blue
Watch me I radiate kung fu
I am not a ufologist, but I am constantly studying Ufa
Assholes spit on themselves, they say, what nonsense? What nonsense?
Sociopath-introvert-misanthrope-misanthrope
Are you holding a microphone? It's the same as shame
But when I read - not 36.6, but 40

Are you holding a microphone? It's the same as shame
But when I read - not 36.6, but 40
Am I driven by higher forces? Inhuman factor
We are not on an equal footing - a caterpillar tractor crushes the caterpillar
Would you like to listen? Get there in the irons, boy
Do you hear the knock on the door? It's behind you
In 5 minutes you are tied, old Beethoven in the background
A rusty nail in front of my eyes on a brand new iPhone
Everything is firm, juicy, like a steak with blood
I'll give you "American Pie" for your birthday
This is Bashkiria, the abode of a sunny mood
We are a nomadic people and therefore I need a tour now
Secret agent like Mata-Mata Hari I
My rap is natural, yours is from monosodium glutamate
You take flight, and here is the organ for the organ
I Cut Off You In Cold Blood, Remembering My Childhood - Dexter Morgan
Experiments? Your product is excrement
You hear the applause in the drunks anonymous club
Anyone who misbehaved will be punished