Текст песни К-59 Clan - Ебанёт по твоей психике

In boiling water bong
I pussy AAAA
Music on the wire
Couple Napas in wood
Red eyes
On the game screen
Bit on hiatus
A couple of hours of hardcore
You see, it's just a wall
remove zaebis
In ebashu trash to the base
Over and over again in the trash
Short paths son
Where there is no live dogs
I'm not used to look back
I'm not used when firing the eye
I fucking do it out of the underground
I'm so pizdache
I'm not a boy
And do not hide the pack
For mailbox
Something twisted tape
Not paid attention
Just in case
According to the gas velocity
In the back seat
After toning is not visible
What I'm impressed
I leave much to be desired
But I do not like the quality of the worst
When it lets get bored
Do thicker smoke
Bass bass
From Lower salam
Rap from the Underground
While red tape in eyes
Lupita for Nizam
Clean yourself
Under the bitching production
Ebashit bit like a hammer
According to your towers
According to your towers
No pink snot
While zapysaet city
Mafia hip-hop here
No gold chains
And without iPhone ёba
Mafia in the shade
Mafia hip-hop

Ёpta, bitching smell of grass
Smoke smoky eyelids
At bit words
Not endorse battles
Because the crazies
Mafia hip hop ebanёt
In your mind
Inadequate vatakat, Rastafarian ey
Each has its own truth
And what is the power of a brother?
The power of words
And a little bullets
The gun
It seems to have matured
Although we behave like children
These verses do not understand
Those who finally can not in the subject
Do not sing along to us
Children on a school bench

Ёpta, bitching smell of grass
Smoke smoky eyelids
At bit words
Not endorse battles
Because the crazies
Mafia hip hop ebanёt
In your mind