перья вам, Я словно Берия, в пиджаке, Лаврентий, бля! Я снова в деле, ё, эй, знаток, лови хуя! Меня зовут Мафон и я ночами плачу! Потом вам заливаю на форум
j'arrive avec trop d'ce-vi, comme un meutre maquille sur le mur du mc tu peut lire kamel maquille les marocains encule comme vous j'peut etre vulgaire
J'arrive avec trop de cevi Comme un meurtre maquille Sur le mur du MC Tu peux lire Kamel ma kille ma encule Comme vous j'peux etre vulgaire Comme tupac
If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow. Burn off all the fog And let
Drink until you forget taste the fate of the rest won't you have one more glass powered by scotch alone on the yacht while the kids run amok in the house
Phish and skateboarding is an oxymoron. A rolling disgrace. A slap in the face. A fucking eyesore. I clench my fists because you take no risks.
Barstool Blues If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow. Burn off all
Thursday was a good day. He'd be turning up at nine, he'd be turning down the lights, he'd be breaking out the wine. Made it whoopee on the settee, shared
Welcome aboard the Drakkar and sail with us Here you will hear the tales from so many worlds Free the mind and the spirit to fly away Heroes waiting for
What happened to the plan? I'm confused. I just don't understand. Promises, that I heard, Of great things, were only so many words. Only words. I wanted
I never wanted anything I could just as soon do without. But then again, I've never had So many things I cared about, And simply couldn't do without They
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard You'd be better off to
When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice. When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground. Seems indestructible and intimidating. When he's
Hello, it's me...the absentee. It's been so long. Have you forgotten me? Two busy lives and countless miles Have that tendency on memory. Oh, it's been
Once again they scrape your carcass off the floor From where it fell, And throw your sad ass out the door. It's not the first time, But it just may be
Your search for truth was all in vain A rude cerebral hurricane All you know is all you knew Has been turned around upside down Experimenting with your
A man invades a sacred temple in the desert And makes off with the Pharoah's holiest of treasures. It brings him wealth and fame And credits to his name
You might not remember me. I suppose I'd only be Another notch in your belt. I think it's safe to say I'm thinking in new ways And feeling things I've
