Текст песни OXXXYMIRON - На часах два часа

Tore off the face of the toilet , but not immediately,
And the foliage outside the windows is like a disassembled puzzle
I scare mirrors his swollen mug ,
Drunk eyeball is the punching bag

The clock - two hours, I got up from the bed ,
And it 's your chick , but his memory wiped clean - antispam
How to call thee ? Where is your certificate of puberty ?
Holy Mother , I go down low - bathyscaphe

In the bag Lucky Strike as a secret sign ,
That he was alive , though extremely weak, set fire - Cutty Sark
Was published in the East Ham, contingent - Pakistan
Fucking pussy , I wonder at the party called Vladislav !

Me a beer , though dead poultices ,
I hike in a fit of Morden fought in Green Park`e ..
Such a life - to hang and do not chase ,
I like Bazarov - nihilist , Th for bazaars , Nigga please?!?