МАКС МЕХАНИК - Мой Бред - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For a minute the jamb is smoking

The knitting needles are broken on the bike

I bought pizza

The lower back hurts

You need to explain

Mummies fuck knights

Basically

With their rotten faces

Big ambitions

And cocks

I can not sleep

Than to kill yourself so as not to find yourself in the hospital

To crash from the roof

On white leaves

The newspaper is exquisite

It is necessary to wash

I am thumping for a week, I would not sleep

Sit in the bald shit

With mugs

They rule the capitals

The president is afraid

To be unclear

Like the track unrelated

Kill the Communists

A note is on the door

In a sausage plate

Fucking has long been

I write frantically

When let's go

The newspaper is light, I'm tactless without slippers, on the jacket a patch of coffee as a planet

Why wait for a blowjob

From the chick from the other world

When you are even smarter, even cutlets.

In the pocket of the cigarettes, there are no butteros simply, steam locomotives, lean dumps, pissed bum,

sailors under an overdose, the dose is simply indirect, get drunk, the answers are questions, came out of

Comatosa, you are in the ass of a splinter, the sixty -year pose.

I am persecuting an additional additional, fucking.

Two weeks cough, all boys are our

Unshaven Masha

You even

I did not expect to hear notations from me like a dad

Parasha nation

Porridge in the walkie -talkie

I'm sitting on a push

Rap Ebash

Virgin. The water is fresh, I don’t listen to the local, I don’t eat sushi, where is the cross? Experiment

Investigative, how much grams weighs? Enrages. Very useful sober.

The basis, especially high, your skeleton and pine. My pistol is your dick

Two -centimeter, stuff is dick, type of funeral.

Enough strikes, a gram of forty, dozens of stops, nothing simple, this is not new.

They took out Shmali, took it, steel, pushed, pussy Dali. Fear Stalin, Valenok,

Correctly you fucked up. The food was old, the organs sold, do not worry, who knows. Max Technician reads your dick

fall off. You don't like it, don't fuck, righteous. North, on the glacier, fucking out of the way,

According to the eggs of Lowe Kick. There is no finger at the sucker, Spice is bad, an ointment for an ass, a hare is not a hunt. AT

The push of vomit, the quota of traffic is exceeded, the work is above the roof, quietly.

Capital of the subsistence level, captain - Jew has a minimum of mind.

Two two eight, be afraid, sides without dots, prison without sharpening, road without bumps, drunks

Without kidneys, not fingering, he doesn’t want to blow a milestone, the cat does not mutter, the goat does not cream, we fuck

At night, the mouth is sealed with a cattle, by the way.

From a turntable in cabbage soup, look for work, borscht is prepared by your wife, do not scream

If the crest is - then the lard, if I went - right, I throw a camp, a raid.

This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit

This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit

This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit

This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit