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They take it with mescaline - I'm now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is turning grey, they'll ask me: why?

They take it with mescaline - I'm now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is turning grey, I'm sitting by the booth now

They take it with mescaline - I'm now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is turning grey, they'll ask me: why?

They take it with mescaline - I'm now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is turning grey, I'll tell you: whyuuu:

It's not profitable in economic terms

To expect from what you're selling - a high

To stimulate your consciousness - is prohibited

To the seller with understanding.

The tentacles of the prosecutor's office embraced,

When did I become the impulse of this culture

Why the f.ck work for pennies and kopecks?

I understood when articles appeared

About me in shabby newspapers

A bunk loomed welcomingly

With a respectable mask I worked

I tore my fate into pieces

And what can you do when you're on a subscription?

"Yellow Lilies" - a chronicle collection

I compiled and worked in a sweat

I only attended court in the morning

In the bars there was a persistent chatter

A note flies into our hut on the way -

Afghan, buried in a matchstick coffin

Why the hell did they restrict me? huh?

My friend gave Porsche for budget needs

I sold shit - bought a bunk

I miss the hospitality of blowjob

Only dreams warm the balls - I call them Tefal

On every corner for my deal

I hear, thanks to TV and YouTube

In prison I spin shawarma on the table

For dandruff I put hashish in Shaumu

They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

The back of my head is turning gray, they will ask me: why?

They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

The back of my head is turning gray, now I am sitting by the boot

They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

The back of my head is turning gray, they will ask me: why? They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

The back of my head is gray, I will tell you: whyuu:

I am sitting on the floor, in which there is a hole

I am rolling weights back and forth

The murderers behind the wall are confusing the investigation

They are asking for a sharpening for a bro on the na na

For the New Year 2016, prison bread, Zucchini caviar

To the voice of Vladimir they are fucking with curses

Two crazy and drunken prisoners

The second-timers are sitting on the floor below, every second one there is a poor guy (lagaa)

They are shouting into the holster as a whole crowd: "We need cigarettes, we need sugar!"

We are attaching a rope to a cut bottle

In the middle in half

In the bottle are brought food and blades

From ours to you, Ualaikum salam!

The bottle is like an elevator, it will fly down

The brothers are happy with this arrangement

and again and again they will start every day:

"we need cigarettes, we need sugar!"

A black hut, like an Armenian's eyebrow

Here I don't give a damn about our loss to the Finns in

hockey, volleyball, football or rugby

in this country I would rise like Gatsby

The accomplices write notes, yay ... They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is gray, I am sitting by the kabur

They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is gray, they will ask me: why?

They take it with mescaline - I am now a client of the Federal Penitentiary Service

My head is gray, I will answer you: whyuu