Обнажённый кайф - Meister Franz - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rapelektroschokk - Maskulin, like Berlin Label.

What, fuck, Russian rap? I was not in my life in his list. Weight for years in a row acutlena. Phlatline, Mutter Ficka

I am rarely surprised by something: the maximum to the top of the legs s, like to turbovik

I was away, you're right. As gave from cartoonists.

In Ripe, you, as in Berlin's bedtops, with the ebalannik, a pair of rich tourists.

I led many for myself, but where did the line come from? The fruit of Judas.

What is Battle Chmo? In the mouth of Take. My - Punta in the head, your rap - Mondegrin, copies of copies.

With you rzut and food Idiot be - Fast Food.

My world of the gate - I go to the scene in the screams. And your only Avard is my shaved dick on the wall. We do not have in common, like Skins with Jews.

I did not rush to pets, and a clear dick my road is not a path of desire,

My release is the arrival of Amy, Coke, Vienna, a hairdryer,

You caught a star, eyes closed - phosphate. Frozen huesos. Dissany, I unlikely to either hear as the Lord God (dissanya)

This is your world, I'm stuck in it in the most hour peak,

I feel sick, your Haip, Batli and Panches - will understand centuries later, perhaps ... I performed my work - Franz Schmidt. (2x)

Me in the past merges flash backing tsunami

Russian rap today results Obeli between us.

I continue without changing the course,

Who can say - "I'm a coward"?

I hardly like someone's vagitus

We have not met bread with salt to visit,

And rising up, no one will ask:

"Man are you honored or snolliginster, but you threw lonely when the conscience (conscience threw)"

And in the eye of the NASS - they will see the light icons,

My smell of my urine is Petrikor.

Battle Rap - Forbidden Fruit, his filling of my embryo,

Where is the album? I'm sorry beads

Write off from the soul, it is easier for me to dissemble.

And you put the ass to the ignore, but I could not restrain.

Blood will be shed - I am not jacques Nicim.

And let the gell rider I,

But the one who remains with the face.

And the victim ***,

So far, all from Mamaja Mama Tree.

[Chorus X2]

This is your world, I'm stuck in it in the most hour peak,

I feel sick, your khaip, battles and punches,

Catch a century later, perhaps ...

I performed my work - Franz Schmidt