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lyrics
this is not a city town
no need for a reason
we are mainly inhabited by bastards
drug-gopota our mentality
honor is not in vogue these days, only bytes are flying
stab in the back, it's like hello
our population is like bears on the highway
brother shouts to his brother to get the Nevsky
it all looks like a picture of Dostoevsky
rams and disassembly
times at times or crowds
fists or sticks
you got the brass knuckles
ten or thirty
years now is not a principle
holding knives and knitting needles
blow - the target is already sleeping
the cause may be one mare
and the same was often the same
dismemberment, violence, death by overdose
shoot and cut for half a kilo dose
one took the sawn-off shotgun and shot at the opponent
another jumped on the face straight from the curb
someone on the mountain killed himself with the bride
so the question is, what the fuck are you?
there are reasons, yes - heroin
would have served and survived, and dick with him
the city does not give a choice, stupid farm laborer
how not to get overwhelmed, in the end a bot-slave
and there is so much ambition, well, they say you are Valtura
but you are inversely proportional to the top in nature
find yourself in the morgue you from the martini
and fall flat like figurines in a dash
remember guys like tsuchi no kata
I'm not hanging out with you, there was a bitch leg there
my phantasmagorias are full of allegories
I’m not going to eat, but I’m grunting forfeits from grief, damn it
HOOK
I'm talking about my city .... Rody Rody Rody
nonhumans people people live here
speech about my city Rody Rody
will not change like scream scream scream
you know the prosperity of emo and gothic
we only know gopota and drugs
adiki vodka
padiki-that's how?
junkies
and drunk chicks
Outrage with lawlessness - this is fashion
Politicians rob - hordes and mordor
Everything around is rotten - drug cohort
There is no point in singing the funeral - Cahors will not help there
They stole everything a long time ago, grabbed it with our hands
ah sorry i don't have shinigami blade power
I would damage your soul links
because it's hard to find like a nubia G-spot
why are you all standing in the sump?
throw on a bump stop, slaughter in a slaughterhouse
tons of shame, garbage, dead
posers are drowning, in the stream of pilgrims
that blindly walk to the tune of the system
you don't care that they wipe you on the walls
I will not get off the topic, I will sing my music
while the top is brainwashed by a young user
because there are only bull
and this is a custom
Too much kitsch
voice as if under the pitch
Blues, binges
Inscriptions - trash heaps
how not to throw up
around the blue nation
do you think I often say words, ala, gopota?
so 10 years ago I saw people like "chi yes"
while the heads are in control, everyone is bent over drunk
not even a day has passed so that the guards have not removed someone
everywhere there is a gold store, for half a month there is already gasoline
the head of the lord of the bydlots, United Russia as one
these are the realities, into the heat of your regalia
so use us and will be, as long as we trust them
The aptly named Popstar Benny drops an album packed to the gills with irresistible trap, club, pop and more, all of it bursting with hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 25, 2023