Lyrics MSK1300 - Nascar Aloe

Эй сука, зашей мне ебало
Акус, ети бан тилеД

I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flyin' through the fuckin' dash
And all that bullshit you're peddlin' to me is trash
So if it ain't gon' go my way then you can kiss my ass
Alright let's switch it up a little bit
I don't like a lot of folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck, or even make jokes
But I do like the idea of shovin' shit down your throat
You gon' lose down the sights of this Trijicon scope

Ice pick to his chest R.I.P. his followin'
Oxygen leakin' from his lungs he won't talk again
Say you hard bitch hold your tongue and let's work on that softenin'
Keep an eye out for them feds they pick bad times for droppin' in
Politicians in my eyes
No particular reason
That I'm over all this shit and I'm ready for treason
Y'all all fuckin' sound the same tellin' me to act decent
I mean actin' like I'ma actually fuckin' do that

I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flyin' through the fuckin' dash
And all that bullshit you're peddlin' to me is trash
So if it ain't gon' go my way then you can kiss my ass
I don't like a lot of folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck, or even make jokes
But I do like the idea of shovin' shit down your throat
You gon' lose down the sights of this Trijicon scope