Lyrics Ветровский - Культ Бога
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Омен
Припев:
Аййй, этот ублюдок на битах Омен!
Мне наверняка для блюда нужен фарш. Веган в кому!
Бряяя,я убиваю в рэпе культ бога.
Амбивалентный хип-хап, здесь сегодня врут много (эй)
В колготках да понтах.
Как таких колонка выносит из провода?
По колдобинам ,дорогам ездит в города.
Наездники за дорма ,идите-ка по домам,я не дам
Зомбировать здесь себя властителям лжи семян.
Да ты видел то сам себя? Ты синяк!
Внутри огонь не иссяк мой!
Братец ты в агонии вас крутят в новостях.эйй йоу
Вы все орали Антихайп,
Теперь методом оральным вы готовы в Копирайт.
Ты думал, что сломал систему будто Шелтон Клайд.
Почитатели застенок ,что придумал Уолтер Уайт, типа Тайд.
Да не смешите ж вы меня!
Вы бездарные шуты здесь, убогая гильдия!
Да вы думали, что боги? Уроды ,где библия?
Я вытираю о вас ноги, играю вами в бильярд, суки!
Припев:
Аййй, этот ублюдок на битах Омен!
Мне наверняка для блюда нужен фарш. Веган в кому!
Бряяя,я убиваю в рэпе культ бога.
Амбивалентный хип-хап, здесь сегодня врут много (эй)
Афиша, на ней мудак!
Скоро ли тут финиш? Народ ты ведёшь куда?
Может пораскинешь извилинами ,как Кант?
Я ошибся, твоей роже избитой быть это так, но не факт.
Что руки буду марать!
Клал вуду да на мораль, как будто бы аморал. Криминал!
Тут Воланды правят балом.
На всю эту кавалькаду смотрю с еблом каннибала я.
Зло оптом вам на века!
Из окон да Комптона срывается рэп-веган. Ликовал
Я в образе Гордона.
Для вас то я рэп-мигрант не Мордора, злого города.
И чтоб ты не передал,
Твой аудио-формат не вшторит здесь берега. Убегай!
Тут сильно ты перебрал, да.
«Голос всей России»?Да ты мне здесь по елдак,ман.
Omen
Chorus:
Ayy, that bastard on the Omen beats!
I probably need minced meat for the dish. Vegan in a coma!
Sharing, I kill the cult of God in rap.
Ambivalent hip-hap, there's a lot of lies here tonight (hey)
In pantyhose and show-off.
How does such a column get out of the wire?
On potholes, roads he travels to cities.
Riders for dorm, go home, I won't give
To brainwash yourself here with the masters of lies of seeds.
Did you see yourself? You're a bruise!
Inside, my fire has not dried up!
Bro, you're in agony, you're on the news. Hey yo
You all yelled antihype
Now by oral method you are ready to copyright.
You thought you broke the system like Shelton Clyde.
Admirers of the dungeons that Walter White came up with, like Tide.
Don't make me laugh!
You mediocre jesters here, poor guild!
You thought you were gods? Freaks, where is the bible?
I wipe my feet on you, play billiards with you, bitches!
Chorus:
Ayy, that bastard on the Omen beats!
I probably need minced meat for the dish. Vegan in a coma!
Sharing, I kill the cult of God in rap.
Ambivalent hip-hap, there's a lot of lies here tonight (hey)
The poster, it's an asshole!
How soon is the finish line? Where are you taking the people?
Maybe you can twist like Kant?
I was mistaken, your face beaten to be so, but not a fact.
That my hands will get dirty!
I put voodoo on morality, as if it were immoral. Crime!
Here Wolands run the show.
I watch all this cavalcade with the fucking cannibal.
Evil wholesale to you forever!
Vegan rap comes out of the windows of da Compton. Rejoiced
I'm in the form of Gordon.
For you, I'm not a rap migrant of Mordor, the evil city.
And so that you do not convey
Your audio format will not overshadow the shores here. Run away!
Here you went too much, yes.
“The Voice of All Russia?” You’re here for me, man.
Chorus:
Ayy, that bastard on the Omen beats!
I probably need minced meat for the dish. Vegan in a coma!
Sharing, I kill the cult of God in rap.
Ambivalent hip-hap, there's a lot of lies here tonight (hey)
In pantyhose and show-off.
How does such a column get out of the wire?
On potholes, roads he travels to cities.
Riders for dorm, go home, I won't give
To brainwash yourself here with the masters of lies of seeds.
Did you see yourself? You're a bruise!
Inside, my fire has not dried up!
Bro, you're in agony, you're on the news. Hey yo
You all yelled antihype
Now by oral method you are ready to copyright.
You thought you broke the system like Shelton Clyde.
Admirers of the dungeons that Walter White came up with, like Tide.
Don't make me laugh!
You mediocre jesters here, poor guild!
You thought you were gods? Freaks, where is the bible?
I wipe my feet on you, play billiards with you, bitches!
Chorus:
Ayy, that bastard on the Omen beats!
I probably need minced meat for the dish. Vegan in a coma!
Sharing, I kill the cult of God in rap.
Ambivalent hip-hap, there's a lot of lies here tonight (hey)
The poster, it's an asshole!
How soon is the finish line? Where are you taking the people?
Maybe you can twist like Kant?
I was mistaken, your face beaten to be so, but not a fact.
That my hands will get dirty!
I put voodoo on morality, as if it were immoral. Crime!
Here Wolands run the show.
I watch all this cavalcade with the fucking cannibal.
Evil wholesale to you forever!
Vegan rap comes out of the windows of da Compton. Rejoiced
I'm in the form of Gordon.
For you, I'm not a rap migrant of Mordor, the evil city.
And so that you do not convey
Your audio format will not overshadow the shores here. Run away!
Here you went too much, yes.
“The Voice of All Russia?” You’re here for me, man.