epigraph - demo diss uash - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Welcome to the slaughterhouse

Try to jerk, I'll let out

You are not a prince of Persia, you are a prince of Odessa

repressed and crucified not childish

Wherever he spat, on the rat in the cabin

It was climbing, with scurvy infect themselves and friends mutually

Looks like a jester? Come on, it’s better for you than holding the Dutch helm

The main thing here is to take out the round. Your revenge was served early and not to the place, as among the peasants to the leper

But you burned here, you torn your face with a knife, among the victims your ass

dreadlocks and patches? I do not count the ladies on the battles for equal

I sadly saddle them, their dream to be a couple seemed to me funny

I heard that the other day you took out the furniture from the bar, took the knives into the ribs and took it back, the spoons made of silver, I wanted to bathe Cerberus, and received a Serbernar,

I have enough for a minute to sort through all your panchi, if for you it means something, do at the end of the curtsy