перья вам, Я словно Берия, в пиджаке, Лаврентий, бля! Я снова в деле, ё, эй, знаток, лови хуя! Меня зовут Мафон и я ночами плачу! Потом вам заливаю на форум
МС Lis 2006, для моих людей. Я Лис, живу в автоматах Целыми днями, я катаю вату Филки на пробу я уже истратил... Ну и пошли все нахер. Да Rock Climber
Нахуй, посылаешь ты мои мотивы Иди нахуй, порваны презервативы Сама иди нахуй, мы с тобой одни в пустой квартире. Слышишь нахуй, такие ссоры давай всё
Я вырос как МС по принципу - делай пиздато или никак, Всех, кто против – в рыло фак, всем, кто шляпу мутит, факт! Всем, кто не догнал, что рэп серьёзен
Barstool Blues If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow. Burn off all
Thursday was a good day. He'd be turning up at nine, he'd be turning down the lights, he'd be breaking out the wine. Made it whoopee on the settee, shared
Welcome aboard the Drakkar and sail with us Here you will hear the tales from so many worlds Free the mind and the spirit to fly away Heroes waiting for
What happened to the plan? I'm confused. I just don't understand. Promises, that I heard, Of great things, were only so many words. Only words. I wanted
I never wanted anything I could just as soon do without. But then again, I've never had So many things I cared about, And simply couldn't do without They
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard You'd be better off to
When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice. When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground. Seems indestructible and intimidating. When he's
Hello, it's me...the absentee. It's been so long. Have you forgotten me? Two busy lives and countless miles Have that tendency on memory. Oh, it's been
Once again they scrape your carcass off the floor From where it fell, And throw your sad ass out the door. It's not the first time, But it just may be
Your search for truth was all in vain A rude cerebral hurricane All you know is all you knew Has been turned around upside down Experimenting with your
A man invades a sacred temple in the desert And makes off with the Pharoah's holiest of treasures. It brings him wealth and fame And credits to his name
You might not remember me. I suppose I'd only be Another notch in your belt. I think it's safe to say I'm thinking in new ways And feeling things I've
I have spent many nights Staring at the sky, Searching for a sign of something more. Teased by flashing satellites Trying to trick my eyes. They pale
I'm tired of being called a production slave Damaged soul working these hours They shut us out they're inhumane They're not our friends laughing at the