Текст песни Форт - В Очередь

Verse №1:

Prepare your ears, will continue to be false, and retouching.
To march by Mendelssohn, and I Marshall Metters.
What the hell poet? Yes I am callous stihoplёt.
I'll wash Claudia laptop, as long as the rhyme rushing.
Selling album buy half the world will move to live in an apartment.
And then at the villa in Rio or Antananarivo
Let me advance a rank of the champion of hip-hop.
And my smile light is brighter than neon.
Now we all have talents, but the music brings losses.
To the extent that people become arrogant glory.
What? I'm not like that. I was originally perfect.
I write hits almost blindly at the mental level.
What if in the ghetto to collect all the poets and say that their song is sung?
But they told me bad luck - during a typhoon piss against the wind
Therefore, listen to the flow of my themes, I zapadlo repeat something twice.
This chorus is dedicated to those who I have long and passionately longed for.

Chorus:

I'll kill you goatskins!
Rise in turn bitch!
Do me a cute baby!
Rise in turn bitch!
Sign here, you parcel.
Rise in turn bitch!
Sanya I brought a bottle!
Rise in turn bitch!
You owe me money.
Rise in turn bitch!
It is possible for you in the knees?
Rise in turn bitch!
I'll pay you for the feat.
Rise in turn bitch!
Your chorus - a bit shit.
But it's rude!

Verse №2:

Neither become an intellectual, if you drink cologne.
So nothing Hugo Boss I ordered one gallon.
It turns out that the elite at the stop will not sleep.
And I decided that I was finally able to break out in people.
But I do not miss the boy, and do not fear arrest.
Ready to actively fight. As part of the social-protest
I sincerely hope that in the State Duma there will more space
For four hundred and fifty-one of the deputy chair.
More recently, I sat behind the garages
And with the homeless scratch out the names of our knives.
I was hoping that would soon be in vogue my ebala,
Such cases, as it is now in fashion all the same pictures on the background of the carpet.
Excellent! Perfectly! You know where to find me:
In the summer, I hang out in the subway, in the winter sit by the heating system.
Because hurry to see the brightest stars of the future.
I was as wild buckwheat in drought will obviously demand.