Lyrics Вит-тэ - Ra
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Блокнот в ручке в левой, самокрутка в правой
Здесь без дыма под угаром Это всё даётся даром
Капитан давай к штурвалу, там китов навалом
Я На публику играю , тамада с бокалом
Тёлки все по барам, Нам пора на пару
Взял билетик на Парапапарам
Все рифмуют там квадратом
Я есенин тот ещё пишу овалом
Оскорбления льются шквалом
Текст нелепый как кусок кретина
Что на бригантине там устроил блевонтину
Цветом ламантина ,
такой же бред как назвать сына кристиной
дав тем самым корни трансвистита
рекламировать мазилку от простатита
покормил с утра бомжа борщом
сам же остаюсь дрыщом
текст как и жизнь у многих
ваще не о чём
у кого то всё ключом
у кого то в тягу
заливает зенки он бадягой
потому что баба его баба яга
не катаю шнягу, не тягаю штангу
аниме не очень, не рисую мангу
в гороскопе я кабанчик, а не обезьянка
обожаю ддт , а иногда и "мангу"
весь нарядный при параде
только для забавы ради
элемент период 7, а группа 2
восемь восемь я радий.
Notepad in the handle in the left, cigarette in the right
Here without smoke under a fucker, all this is given for nothing
Captain Come on to the helm, there are whales in bulk
I'm playing the public, toamada with a glass
All the chicks in bars, we have to steam
I took a ticket for parapaparas
Everyone rhymes there a square
I still write Yesenin oval
Insults are pouring with a flurry
The text is ridiculous like a piece of nerd
That on the brigantine there arranged Bloventin
The color of the lamantine,
The same nonsense as to call her son Christina
giving the roots of transvistitis
advertise a mask from prostatitis
fed in the morning a homeless borsch
I myself remain a hand
The text is like life for many
finally nothing
Someone has everything with the key
someone has a traction
He floods the zenki for a baddy
Because Baba is his woman yaga
I do not ride a shnyag, I do not pull the bar
Anime is not very, I don't draw a manga
In the horoscope I am a wild boar, not a monkey
I love DDT, and sometimes "manga"
all elegant with a parade
For fun only for fun
element period 7, and group 2
Eight eight I am radi.
Here without smoke under a fucker, all this is given for nothing
Captain Come on to the helm, there are whales in bulk
I'm playing the public, toamada with a glass
All the chicks in bars, we have to steam
I took a ticket for parapaparas
Everyone rhymes there a square
I still write Yesenin oval
Insults are pouring with a flurry
The text is ridiculous like a piece of nerd
That on the brigantine there arranged Bloventin
The color of the lamantine,
The same nonsense as to call her son Christina
giving the roots of transvistitis
advertise a mask from prostatitis
fed in the morning a homeless borsch
I myself remain a hand
The text is like life for many
finally nothing
Someone has everything with the key
someone has a traction
He floods the zenki for a baddy
Because Baba is his woman yaga
I do not ride a shnyag, I do not pull the bar
Anime is not very, I don't draw a manga
In the horoscope I am a wild boar, not a monkey
I love DDT, and sometimes "manga"
all elegant with a parade
For fun only for fun
element period 7, and group 2
Eight eight I am radi.