A couple more drops of refined sugar, I'm looking for fucking tiles,
|
So I disappear into the frame, give me a cable around my neck.
|
In a jump with two legs on the same rake,
|
And inevitably beats off memory.
|
I tried to go out, but there are no doors, the day is longer,
|
Rap does not warm, laziness in the game and money in the wind,
|
The age of the plebeians, sin is sweeter, their shadow fades,
|
We bring death to the legend, hyena children are being eaten.
|
Experience in bulk - give chances
|
Tassels in sleeves, head in shell.
|
We are close by the fire - burn your fingers,
|
Here is the truth of the widow, do not bother to surrender.
|
I would know the way out, but there seems to be little choice,
|
On the day I was born, Herod took delivery.
|
Fuck common sense, here God is rubbish,
|
But the deception is visible, like my ribs through a T-shirt.
|
Chorus:
|
There is no stopping, I will die running.
|
They come to me with a scalpel and take a part.
|
I wanted to see * whoop dance
|
And he assembled a brothel in a day, tearing off a rib an hour.
|
There is no stopping, I will die running.
|
They come to me with a scalpel and take a part.
|
I wanted to see * whoop dance
|
And he assembled a brothel in a day, tearing off a rib an hour.
|
Everyone knows me how to drink to give!
|
Your girlfriend will learn with me how to drink, give.
|
Do you want a fit, dude? |
You'll have to save up, uncle.
|
Collect 15 pieces and burn them, f*ck!
|
I'm in a loop, I don't give a fuck about your rap!
|
I turn a drop into a sea and a crumb into a mite.
|
I'm pouring ashes on your heifer's face,
|
Screwdriver in her nostril and kick in her urethra.
|
They again hope for fit,
|
And I'm here more and more often with the desire to puke the air with them.
|
It seems to be another neophyte with me to the end,
|
But it breaks down with a far-fetched series of grievances.
|
Yes, I will die in appearance! |
Yes, I will die in appearance.
|
But I'll try to last here for an epoch of two.
|
Fuck the world, hiding a hundred squabbles from their eyes,
|
I will continue, as before, to drink my anger.
|
Chorus:
|
There is no stopping, I will die running.
|
They come to me with a scalpel and take a part.
|
I wanted to see * whoop dance
|
And he assembled a brothel in a day, tearing off a rib an hour.
|
There is no stopping, I will die running.
|
They come to me with a scalpel and take a part.
|
I wanted to see * whoop dance
|
And he assembled a brothel in a day, tearing off a rib an hour. |