And what do you say we came here somewhere Another historically great heavyweights Long-haired canary bank Far from being wearing trousers without hell I do not know what to do with them Planting seeds and eating fruits Child of the breeder's breed A great fan of canvas and filthy fun The alany that the alanies embraced in the Albanian The voice of the road became hotter and more pleasant My hour has come to give me what's up to me I stole the ascetic from the scam of the sleeve What look and smile you did not care about Your dome and your trembling vision betrayed you What are you ruffian about what you are lucky As would my own fucking vices You miss me from my eyes, you get me sick I've been fucking like a prostitute in my neighborhood, the Cuckoo You treacherously approach me What's going on with you yes you are more of a lama Now I've been very busy with you I have a problem with you and your low honor You are blatantly the children of the road have ways If you want to come out I do not crack MCs I'm kissing people Because everyone has the courage back from the pc to find On the road when they see you in the eyes they do not face you They do not know you just think The shit and mumble did not sound like a bitch And we are still at our feet And thank you for the scent Years have passed through the years of famine Now I pour my drink for our siblings in the earth I am laughing at the rumors of gentle gossip Do just for garbage bags They play it high as high as a winner But it's down as down as a sleeping-card And the chickens fall when they come in line Below the heads below the tailgates Talks about the road that is not the childhood General Winte the Gorilla greets the kara