Текст песни Дядя Жора голос Донбасса feat - на небесах окаянных

On the background of the local dunce and demons I think Dima angel
This konshes hip -hap , all the cases , Common, Kveli , Mos Def & Company
Although as a child and was Gopnik of the Yenisei Compton
But I'm saying to you that in the end he became a man , and not by a condom darn
I tell you that it does not apply to mudachkam
That are ready to lend a point , if only to get around you on points
I tell you that his mouth did not touch shit and piss
In order to spit in an opponent and be sure to heaven
The Lord will take his mind without hesitation or second thoughts
When the moment comes the sad ending of Dima's not dull life
And what about Uncle ?
With him nine apostles precipitate
How does this tedious asshole came to the fifth , sixth, seventh ellipse hell ?

Yes , yes, yes ! After all, he is from those , including Mike , immediately include wiseacre
Reading all of being a huetu with Mike Naumenko
Reading all in the spirit of huetu Akunin and Vonnegut
Composing texts fucked from chaotic issuance Google
Yes , yes, yes ! In addition to these texts he fully vyebonov
Type about how alone he issued two bases mob fans and booms
And it really gonevo seventh con sounds he background
Its existence , in my opinion , it would be necessary to withdraw from housing
Kam it!

In your marvelous garden of heaven , to be honest , I do not really want to
Let the climate here bitching , but in hell is much better society
And I Nass to heaven , including the latest courage
Oh, Beelzebub , lead me in the way to the abode of eternal torment and horror !

Save me , O prince of darkness , show me the right path
I'm lost , I'm damned heavenly bird pecked
I become tired liars stamped on their faces grace
This is the final panchlayn nefinalnoy my compositions
We have eight in the seventh to the eighth , this fun magic number
I get in a jam and I was about to be dismissed from this nafig
I tired of singers with a tail nevebennyh ambitions
This is the final panchlayn meaty in suicide note

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Champs back on field crops agony
From the Ob to the Yenisei darkness legions rebelled
Hell fire is burning an eternal flame
In memory of the fallen in a holy war with heaven ...

I ebashit head against the wall in the style of a neighbor Babangida Basil
Yes, I thump hard, I wildebeest their blue line
In matters of everyday I remember about the inevitability of death
I'm waiting for the moment to inflict violence on themselves
Lord celestials essentially complete asshole and sadists
Invented hell to crush all that they hate
There is nowhere to spit , all clean , as activists of ethnic cleansing
And I spit on the Almighty , like a schoolboy , having read Nietzsche
His personal hell I do not change on the tale of eternal life
Stoicism for Dummies as the spiritual backbone of my mission
Basics of my style forks are written on the hearts of the innocent
Stigmata on the hands of children gape symbol of the power of the Messiah
And you will understand my pessimism in fact already close otgadka
Saviors of five thousand survived no more than ten
This Calvary every Pilate himself and executioner
And I climb the slope, bumping into the walls of your crying
No way this Olympus crowned scaffold
And I was drunk , you see, when climbed up the ladder of Jacob
Even a little bit and kicked us out beheaded Forums
So let in the heavenly tabernacles whistling blizzard our anathemas

In heaven we will never cursed hear hosanna
The path starts with hell , as on " The Divine Comedy " Dante
And give us strength , Satan ! We will act appropriately
And let the heavens fall , when we break his legs Atlanta!