| What the fuck smells
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| Ayo, skinny pony, fucking yoba
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| Covered under nimble, ha ha, sconce
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| Let's rephrase into fucking drugs
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| The old zoo guard is a deaf dog
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| Hunger and fear
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| She screams, but the sound will only reach tomorrow
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| Hitting the wall and flying back
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| Exceeding pride repeatedly turned the world upside down
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| Stomping across the sky, and on top of the earth, here I am
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| Clogged parachute long jump
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| Rap for ten
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| Plops there and a heel, someone warms a spoon,
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| And someone threw a fag
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| Hands shaking so playfully, fucked up, well, just like that, out of boredom
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| Fuck, yes, this is flour, cook, smoke, invigorate all districts
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| Someone makes babos, someone puts
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| Who helps everyone in a row, he burns more
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| There are only smirks on the faces, your ardor, Vasily, you die
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| Check if the door is locked
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| What if the end is behind her?
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| You open it wide open and you're fucked
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| Someone fucking pushes diss, cars, there are chicks
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| There are needles in three pockets out of five
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| And there is no show off
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| You unzip your fly and there is nothing for you to take on there
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| Doctor Watson won't help
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| When the carotid artery and the blade start to touch each other |
| Only a trickle of blood will flow
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| That's the smell of truffles
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| In the eyes of hope for one of the next thousand days
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| I am killed, but not by you
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| Read text upside down
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| I can't between the lines
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| My hoarse voice is like a blow to the temple
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| Make you worry, don't fucking complain about my rap
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| You can break or piss
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| Those who want to give
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| It remains for me to kill myself
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| I will smile, I will torture the voodoo doll
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| I will kill the fish that swim in the pond under mushrooms
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| How do you do? |
| I inflate on the go
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| I don't know which is better for me to choose, hash or hydra
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| Truffles melt in your mouth, fuck me at night, but shit in the morning
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| I will rewrite this topic
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| I never take my temperature
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| This minus sucked energy from me
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| I only believe in myself
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| Here comes the sun, I feel more loss
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| How long this will go on, I have no idea
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| I see the light, the meth is melting, someone is waiting for an answer for a long time
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| Like lipstick on my dick lips to all madams
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| And to distant cities where they do not like the plan
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| I'm in the trash with him, I won't go far today, it's hard on my legs |
| You are with a white flag today, I am sitting under an umbrella
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| You are all cold today, and I am hot in the snow
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| Che smelled fried, then it's time to change the pads
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| Someone smears happiness with a potion, someone drowns grief with vodka
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| Fucking to your liking, strictly ahead tip
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| Your girl leaked like a shot through the boat
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| Everything is the same old brother, guts, brains, engines
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| Mendeleev moved alcohol, Pushkin stuck out on books
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| Fuck in everyday life, Marik is superfluous in everyday life
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| Don't tell your little kids about us
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| What did he sink to, did not graduate from the tower
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| Respect to your faces, respect to Hare Krishna
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| I respect those who are lower and those who have become taller
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| Souls are sold only by mice in a casino for a couple of chips
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| Respect Circle Misha, Pugacheva Alla
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| Changed the shade of the smell, it smelled of truffles
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| With the boys they gave the heat, it's hotter only in Miami
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| We are not gnawed by the end of the world, they put dick on the Mayan tribe
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| Stop howling and crying the herd, here the flock is fucking
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| A flock of free impudent birds of the yard region |
| Yesterday in a dream, flying, I watched the picture
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| Brown Olympic bear fucks woman Zina with a bat
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| Maybe I'm killed and in appearance, you are just a stroke in appearance
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| Know what's inside you, I'm more alive than all the living
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| Our feet are rooted to the face of the earth
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| If you like to catch, then try to catch up
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this
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| For this day, damn it, for this |