За меня

For me every bazaar
Moose are increasingly glue me queen dual image
Jump to evil crocodile tears can not be alleged as
But sex and bit compatible, I 've seen it , as it

But lowered her eyes to the floor punks
He is more than meat does not want to write , say, Khan
All sorry, but then feeds you Rem soy
Rem silently writes someone loudly Fingering bolt in my pants

I'm cocky guy , sorry
I completely forgot to ask you , I make friends with anyone , as well as
I forgot to ask , with whom I read
And my demos for the most part your any couple (yes clear)

About rumors on his feet
I'm not a star , well revile you all have the same
Welcome to nourish me , then throw a stone
I am who I am . Who are you, lad Garnier ?

The viewer with the letters were raised with huepletom
Uebi you in a bath of Pyra , BrAZ sings like Vitas
We do not have page addresses and there is no pisyuna
This center- point, pathetic fucking jack

Who are you, lad Garnier , if crudely twist nose
Digga does not do and what you teach me here Well , dog ?
If someone steeper stele he krasava - no question
Master all the credit , but zakosy , glory babos

Bazaars and all languages ​​to tie knot
Type suggests that at the time of the take to shove in eblo
But the devils are hidden , we do not punch a moose same bandits
Although I'm sure someone just sit there to bat

Wolf is not afraid , but afraid kunak
We brother to fight with them ? No, accordion all , did not penetrate
Knights in ambushes in the trenches shaking anuses
We are again going past you , rejoice , loshara

When uniformly forward steps lion
Heard a rustle behind the hyenas

Someone will answer , someone answers
Will be responsible for market

Someone will answer , someone answers
Will be responsible for market

For me every bazaar
For the most part by and hacks often anonymous
And whisper in the back, and who just does not blather
Trembling plastelinovoy gyrus forshmak golimy

If it were so ostensibly, something heard somewhere
And what facts hands were stained
Deliberate slander of the mouse , the walls all ears
I was in the back of someone breathing ( WHO IS ???) afraid strangle bitch

And someone sharpens teeth , someone soaped skiing
And someone asks ruble lower , they sell the same
Big ass, someone taller Dupuy lick
It and then I see a broom sweeping pripizzhennye personality from his dolboebichnosti

If his HIV overtake , I will write great poetry in his obituary
And no shame, no conscience , mate
And if you take away the fire , there will be someone to bear?

It is necessary to monitor the tower and those who believed me
Do not embarrass senior , so there was at least
For all will not follow , but for their sides in a reply
If someone would push in the back, then let the wind