Текст песни Tot.Freeman - Канибализм

What is the gate, and where is my tablet?
Bag full of heads not let distance.
Do not lose me because of the way leads me hungry.
We should eat plenty of milliseconds that would let the skin of other cold.

Wind field for a long time built up. Where is the pressure and flow of words.
What would I parse algorithm does not need a Pascal or Pyhton.
Outline sazheny as the second volume of Dead Souls.
Remember '15 blue goat a year you become a donkey.

In the furnace of people that would be warm. Case shit because I'm in Battle poems.
On the Arbat ready acrobats in concrete, but I have long forgotten how to rhyme and flow.
I wanted to talk to you about putishevstvii negretyansky on the island.
However, I realized that the controversy your personality does not fit right now.

 Your handwriting is not legible you like Constance Kalmington.
Naёbyvaesh strong but puts him only fikalii, bottom.
Heard traliki Khabarovsk switch to an alternate fuel.
 I would say Algoritmnoe fuel.

Come to the Urals are you who are not will not touch.
Who do you want to get around here with the name of Voronin?
I need nuzhe Schroeder because shout that there is no cure for stupidity.
I need to cannibalism because repachina no pripyatsvy.

You were in the battles, and I realized that you really nigga dangerous.
But without the necessary smear the picture will not be beautiful.
Even though you are in Khabarovsk and birth you are there is always a stranger.
You're like a new neighbor, the modern tablet you all unknown.

And I understood the reason for your pernicious rap.
Department of office supplies and closed the house simply does not have an eraser.
I'll give you the guy bet if you give me the fourth pass.
For normal text you will only need to go to the post office.

Get parcel, called the password, parcel pick up and go home.
 Open parcel, and here you are the new king.