Текст песни Белый Материал - Трусы Эминема

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I was born a freak, neuter
And after asking the people, Ma called me Iodo
I studied all the songs of Ema and translations,
Copied manners and forged handwriting
It turned out all that turned out
Pile me on a pitchfork - I'm a warlock
I am the former boss of the family of adherents Hari Krishna
I for hip-hop extra, as on the asphalt skis
From me all letters to ladies fall into the spam folder
I went crazy, I did my tattoo obamy
You enter 2pac to a standstill
And me your coat, freak
Snow fell on the glade of blacks
Eminem took off his panties, and from there the smell
As from under the hound Konya But how would he not stink ....
Everything that comes from him, so I smell

So who am I? My skin
Outside, like white
with a look of white all my relatives
But why are my thoughts colored?

White, but I'm not worried about living on benefits
My hobby is your rapofobia
I was born a freak who without rap,
As without oxygen

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Hip-hop and I are a terrible copy
Eminem, throw us with spears
Among the gansters, I am a white dwarf
The third song in reggae style, saveBo, Bob Marley
I shot the sheriff, but did not kill the deputy
I have little experience of killing werewolves, sorry
Toli case on the stub of five jambs
The long-awaited client of the Durkee Major Evsyukov
these psychos, first sneeze
Then Cut in a quiet way in Tsaritsyno and Vykhino
Of the patrol cars, they have tattoos on their bodies
They thump, inhale, and then unlimited
Well, after all this, tell me you
Than cops differ from gopoty
And a billion-dollar embezzler is really a smaller bandit,
Than the doctor, the overdue credit and the rapper, cut off a bit
I'm a gangster, I mean, I'm a thief, I'm a thief
As a thief inspiration from people like you

So who am I? My skin
Outside, like white
with a look of white all my relatives
But why are my thoughts colored?

And I swear, but not caviar and not before the pigs beads,
And so, your graphomaniac vyser. Here you are, sir ....
For every day and night, I need a doctor
"The devil inside me blows my head completely"

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whether seriously, For the sake of laughter
but I'm the one who says: come in large numbers
Indigenous Muscovites, while very courteous
They will ask you to smoke, then add to the beer
And I will be deprived of beggar in this city
Where no one owes anyone and no one decides anything
And I live. A bash on a bash, you will give on dash.
Waiting for sales, counting the cache
This is a city of contrasts, Chernov
Evil buggers and stupid straight people
Dear Muscovites, Rooks, Silent
The problem is not at all those whom you call khachi
Your blue dream to limit
All over the Quota in the regions died out of work
There it is so dull, under vodka and snack
A social elevator if it works on the descent
Oil dudes do not develop regions
So the whole country goes to one city, and he groans
The formula of all places on which the cross
Overproduction, overpopulation, relocation
Here no one calls, so I myself came
I'm a white worker, "I know a Russian well"
While people like you here did not give birth
Such as we ponageredzhal
This city is too small. People are divided into those,
who infuriates and those who are not interested
Let me bite on the edges, but as I do not rot
No one likes him, as I do.

So who am I? My skin
Outside, like white
with a look of white all my relatives
But why are my thoughts colored?

But who am I, after all?
We are all white on one face
Only in some more light, and in others - dampness
DO NOT measure the coffin for me now, I will still grow up