Отец Трамала - Метадон ft. Чикенкиллер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Father:

For a long time, in Vienna, I’m throwing milk with milk, you are a bitch dog - I'm in the subject. My track got here and here under the bit, the bug will put the bug under the tongue on the coming sleep, I sit in the system,

Do not scatter the skins, I'm not dangerous, the buzz is rolling over the body when I sit on the mass in the rubbish in the hut, in my bathrobe, circles and spits smoothly, my Methadone does not poison my soul - I am Mastadon, Yo.

At least kill yourself - I fuck me right, bitch. The guy is impudent, honest, lead, whilly. Stoparik vodka? Mokka bottle? I will not refuse, perhaps. Doesn't it smear you? I'm a little sorry

The flight is good - I see the shore: it drags methadone in waves, does not ask for money - we stick it into the TV set, the loan is extinguished, the lava into the stash - at one hundred percent discount Mastadont Zakachan, nothing else

Download Complete. He breaks off the tower cool. Ripes for tomorrow morning. I was ordered muddy breakfast - I’ve been wisely for years. Dosnyak drain is not my destiny: it suffers on a sober, who does not know life,

Who is not about the last achievements, the features of the law, I’m familiar with this path to the pain, and in the central clinic I am legalized, know, feel faith in methadone, enter my ranks

HC:

mattresses on credit. The carriages are torn loudly, the cabbage ends, it is tired of living on the breakdowns, take it, and this maybe they will share coins, maybe they will give a tram, they will treat you to brotherly, do not listen to the kayad, do not listen to all these fairy tales .. there is no point in tormenting like that, the credit weighs, as it weighs like A stone of 40 tons, there is a way out - Mastadont. Everything is simple - by 8 in the morning you stand and wait, daily, like a faithful dog, you expect a methadone, always with you, always on any day of the week, and the stone does not hang on the neck, you feel a tide, a nice buzz in the blood ... does not tear the soul The 8th loan, cut down the plank, a bug on the path, speed a little and all day, sings like a nightingale .. A lot of thoughts, oh how glorious without mattresses, fucking infection does not torment me, so glorious and easy to replace the joke!