слушатель страны всё равно идиот Дешёвый опиум народу – альтернатива не пройдёт Такие вкусы и нравы предвещают потоп Но, не вдаваясь в размышленья, люди гибнут за попс
А я решил накатать попсу, А чем я хуже чем Алсу ? А суки пусть трясут конечности... До бесконечности... А я решил накатать попсу, А чем я хуже чем Алсу
. Расстроился наверно, да ладно, ещё сладкого прибудет. Мы сделаем с тобой без комментариев весь шар земной, а рэпперы крутые называйте нас попсой {попсой, попсой
нервно Чекань монеты Ажурные танцы на столе Птица синица в рукаве Начищены до блеска Глазные яблоки Здравствуй, девочка попс Ты планету вращаешь рукой Здравствуй, девочка попс
Hey, hey old bean and you to baby sweetness Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio And I didn't have to break in this time I'm back as a special
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up live black with stain Glistening and new the sunset's coming Finger paintings of the insane Come on
Why do you love to lick my wounds Why do you love to twist my pain Why do you love to suck! my life Why do you look so dead Kill me I'm a dope fiend Do
Strapped into the chair the needle now descends As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all
A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to a lullaby the scapel shines in god's sunshine the
Her throat is soft, her lips are red Her thighs are white, her heart is dead Jezabell Red rope burns around her wrists Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss
Across your face I see what you are You wanna kill the sun Blot out the stars I know you you're nothing You're so small You're fuckin nothing Nothing
Sedated and lazy cold skies full of blue The sun burns forever it reminds me of you On your dead shore the sand is warm She hides her tears and quickly
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh Close my eyes and dream of death Slip away and
I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka Gonna kill somethin' there ain't nothin' gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion Let's start a riot
A cloud of flies obscure the sun A stone is dropped the dream undone Ripples grow and ride the tide The dead thing crawls from deep inside With its dying
We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore We don't give a fuck we just want some more We want blood I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head Revolt
Oh, females dads be trippin? for real I mean, I?m a player with mine, right And see what had happened was I was hollerin? at this chick in front of the
[Romeo: talking] Yea uh-huh-uh Hey pops I had to do it to em man haha [Pre-Hook x2:] I'm a hustler never sold drugs Kill is in my blood I was born to
