Текст песни top-secret - Дурной поступок

Battle of intrigue is deprived. We'll find a hole in any rules,
A battle without a show, like with a needle to go to Valium.
Our idea does not go against the rules,
But we will not be surprised by the different estimates for the text.
A punch in the tambourine, on the trail of storm, here is a wank.
Rap died in the emergency room. Prokuren style of mummies.
Repears die like flies. I crumble to the dust of the hive,
After all, from your miserable bites your head swells. A blasphemy ?!
The voices of the streets are staring into the box,
Waiting Robinsons, when in life there will be Friday.
We put on the shoes of infusorians, with thoughts of fresh ones,
In your hospitable kitchen you need a "Revizorro".
Rifmouzory enemy so ridiculously twisted,
Years so under forty rhythms, like Elena Letuchaya.
On the shelves of the goods, the neighborhood is broken:
Next to my meat is his vegetable sliced.
Shinkuyu, chef on skewers overtime.
Your template is stamped, there is no delay in it.
The product is spoiled, and your women do not have butterflies,
You only share with them an E. coli.

In this kitchen, beef, swearing, meat with blood,
Either we kill you or bury ourselves alive.
Unveils the topic without open lies,
Not the one who will say about the bad deed, but who will do it.

Looking at the points seems to be an opponent on the brunt,
Only he alone in all its glory on the logo of the battle.
A quarter of a thousand artiodactyls at the new gate.
Any of my tracks is your obituary, I'll roll the deer into a ram's horn
He was the one who came to the West, cut the speakers and the Saba.
The scale of the universal battle is far from seeing even in Hubble.
Not great selection of delicacies in the menu of western and eastern,
In this eatery carry only Bitochki.
You put a cross on the team, pitying Chudika Roma,
Instead of a laurel wreath, we were wearing a thorny wreath.
Dirty his whining user corner,
I will divide the meat from Roma: "Today, Dad cooks pilaf!"
In the St. Petersburg derby, it's cool, Johnny's glands will swell up.
The kussani dish spicyly cooks in its bakery.
For the Puzzles without antacids, Jalapeno is a trifling matter,
This pepper is long in the business, by definition green.
Try the magic cubes in a lazy broth,
Not smart people here see a self-serving, not stupid self-irony.
Do you consider this bad tone, brazen marasmus?
But many judges and spectators need to be told twice!