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Life, as you know, is of the same color, but of different taste: a strip of chocolate, a strip of shit.

All those who have stripes of the second type are much wider.

Treat the life of philosophically, and everything will be in order. Like mine. Mmm - Danon ... :) (C) Noize MC, 2004

... Once upon a time there was Ivanushka a fool - a handsome man, but what would not do - everything is funny with him, not like people ...

Na-ko-oh-uh! I will pour the entire kitchen hot with a hot milk,

I will buy chewing gum in the tent and forget the change from the thousand.

I will get a bottle of vodka on the stairs.

If I took up something-be sure: cosepy!

If I go, I will celebrate someone's day to the cottage,

I will trample there all the seedlings and sleep in addition.

A couple of months, as dad Carlo is stubborn

I’ll get a pack of money and forget where I’ll hide it.

Even if I remember - I will spend on a fuck,

I won’t spend if - I’ll pass, it means to hell with the dog!

Stepping on the butt of an affected macho,

I will answer a gloomy glance: "Sorry, torment!"

Proceeding the serving, I will say: "What is weak you are smacked!"

The world has not yet seen the stupid death, definitely ...

Here I am a loser, a walking joke.

But what about that? After all, I laugh at it, not crying!

If you want to do something wrong that everyone shouts “a fool!”

Showing a finger at you, ask me how -

I will teach you the art of this in two scores.

This is not a dusty job!

If you want to do something wrong that everyone shouts “a fool!”

Showing a finger at you, ask me how -

I will teach you the art of this in two scores.

This is not a dusty job!

Na-ko-oh-uh! If I will set a date,

I will be late for at least three hours and not otherwise.

A joke of a stupid telling me, I will fill in a moronic rzhach.

Right, like a gelding, and long, like a nag.

If I were the host of the TV show,

The souffler would not help me - I would still have portrayed!

Do not get along? This task is not on the shoulder,

Our concerts are without such - all the same as without a ball of matches.

I tried to sing under the plywood - the disk jumps all the time.

Why fool people? It’s better to shit alive!

Tell me, Mr. Doctor, probably fuck me?

“Well, what are you, my dear! No, you're just a loser ... "

Chorus.

Actually, initially there were three verses,

But the third I forgot - "Debit!" - Oh, don't say ...