Ram - Reptile - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

MINIGUNPUNK!

I'm charged like Duracell.

My terrorist attack on VK didn't last.

I was at the very bottom of all the quintessences,

Swinger sections formed at the plantcenta.

Please, stay out of the woods. Fuck, you're a country bumpkin.

Like the incest of three rural lesbians.

Ex-pianist or ex-bi, ex-hibeo of actions.

Brush, stay out of the woods.

I ripped out the Mike for the harshness of mangy dogs.

Father got into you with a plier.

The West removed the kaleidoscope from your forehead.

At a party of losers, there are no problems with your face!

You've exceeded the speed limit again with your breath from the other world.

After all, the day before, you blindly hit the traffic light. In winter, a bunch of old ladies are washed by the Holy Water,

In the water, you jumped right after me into the ice hole.

Or screwed yourself on the run (On the run).

Kick returned with a kick to the face.

Breeder, they're breeding you!

Look from the side from which they're screwing you!

After all, you screwed yourself on the run (On the run).

Experiencing fear, you gave birth.

If you didn't understand at the first word -

A surgeon will pack you in a solo styrofoam!

Hang yourself, by that hair on your crotch.

You can induce rage from my cell phone.

A Russian Weissmann doesn't compete without a pole.

On what raw material the whole result rests (rests).

My stepbrother brought me the track.

You don't have full rights to your export defects.

On the ramp, I expounded the Torah, as long as I could, in all languages.

Who's for FAME here? What do you want, kid?

Carry out a nonstop Freud raid

Or fall out as quickly as possible?

My ace will easily move the top ten!

All the asses in this drap under meat puree.

My trips are like bullets inside the ego.

I'm your boss, Overeem.

To get lucky again, you need to change the ring.

Change the rink, go for a twist bang without stopping.

You're sent to the grave, boxing. Your style is Parkinson's in an orphanage.

Where everyone prepares themselves to die from suffocation by an egg!

I will become for you:

Imbalance, brain vibration,

Verbal terror, the threat of hypnosis,

Ram, jump into the fray, kill me, beat all the MCs.

Aim for no reason (BEM!)

Who's fucking everyone? (REM!)

I'm taking your bread, show me a mixfight

To boiling water beats and a fat bassline

You're so fucked up that you can barely move

You scourge, you twist your words so much,

That poets in their graves come out with naswar

Where blood washes the asphalt!

Where the wasp flies out in winter to kill for Inside!

Kill for Inside! Kill for Inside!

Kill for Inside! Kill for Inside!

Inside!

Inside!

Prepare another Killbeat.

Bitch, where's the new Jeep? When's the feature coming?

If you're making shit, fuck your OG (your SHCHI).

We have plenty of reasons to switch you over.

Come on, prepare another Killbeat.

Bitch, where's the new Jeep? When's the feature coming? If you're doing shit, screw your OG.

We have plenty of reasons to switch you.

More. Crush the bitches!

Crush the bitches! More!

Crush the bitches! More!

Crush the bitches! More!

Crush the bitches! More!