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Darkside

Сомнения слетаются с утра,
Моя бритая бошка — это их Лысая гора
Сколько еще лет будет мясо и рубилово
И сколько еще куплетов про себя любимого
Я здоров, как бык, но смертельно болен,
Ведь от священных коров отвык
Ильдабаоф, он же Иегова,
Он же Князь Мира Сего сует перо в кадык
За окном под видом города гниет нарыв
Я режу вас турбиною во снах, не реже,
Чем под Аль-Джазира, мастурбирую на снафф
Желаю смерти паре редколлегий, паре рэп коллег, и
Я не Дейл Карнеги, мне все это на руку, как Брейгель
Мне снится то глава Ампира В,
То в эфире ТВ живая голова Эльвиры Т
У меня кризис жанра, не Индиана,
Но все из последних сил, как прыжок в дилижанс из дирижабля
(Что?) Слышь, ногами на коврик.
Якобы, ты говорил, что я сдулся, но, видимо,
Я ипохондрик, если держу свою руку на пульсе
И в этом году я смогу либо переродиться,
Либо загнусь от конвульсий
Ведь нахуй жить, если новой не сложить песни
И к чему вычурная полисиллабика,
Коль из нового ничего летит моль из динамиков
Мой второй альбом будет эталон, либо в этанол с головой
Ты говно либо гений, среднего не дано!
Твоя мигрень — балаган,
Тут больше четверти века набекрень голова,
Мы идем на глубине путями темными,
Под веществами, еще не изобретенными.
I am fucking on one scared in your (...)
I fly above you, ducks, like aerial pursuit
I love the dark side hurdeling the fence
By now you might have heard of me,
I murder with intent
Every word is burden now
I am sort of an intence
I am cutting through this track
Like a hacksaw,
I am fucking Rock while you are mad dog
Now you can tell them who the best is
Shit, who could have guessed it
That I could spit a spestice
Old school, like playing a game of rubber/grabber?? hockey
I am hard to understand
Like a (?) with a Jabberwocky
Try to fight it, but I guarantee you'll die tonight????
Mighty Mouse behind the mike
(?) smash your Adam's apple
With a snapple bottle
Squash you like an apricot
So Lancelot is back and battle
Catch your feather? (?)
Sentiments are venomous
That melt you once I penetrate
Kill you then I'll cook you then I'll put you on my dinner plate,
Popping vicodin until the psycho hyperventilates
Getting wild boy tearing off the roof
To battle me is death, get burried in a suit.
Твоя мигрень — балаган,
Тут больше четверти века набекрень голова,
Мы идем на глубине путями темными,
Под веществами, еще не изобретенными.
I am fucking on one scared in your (...)
I fly above you, ducks, like aerial pursuit
I love the dark side hurdeling the fence
By now you might have heard of me,
I murder with intent
Every word is burden now
I am sort of an intence

Darkside

Doubts swarm in the morning,
My shaved head is their Bald Mountain
How many more years of meat and bloodshed
And how many more verses about myself, beloved
I'm healthy as a bull, but fatally ill,
For I've grown unaccustomed to sacred cows
Yaldabaoth, also known as Jehovah,
Also known as the Prince of This World, shoves a pen in the windpipe
Outside the window, under the guise of a city, an abscess rots
I cut you with a turbine in my dreams, no less often,
Than I masturbate to snuff under Al-Jazeera
I wish death upon a couple of editorial boards, a couple of rap colleagues, and
I'm not Dale Carnegie, it all plays into my hands, like Bruegel
I dream of the head of Ampire V,
Then on TV, the living head of Elvira T
I have a genre crisis, not Indiana,
But with all my might, like a jump into a stagecoach from an airship
(What?) Hey, feet on the rug.
Allegedly, you said I fizzled out, but apparently,
I'm a hypochondriac if I keep my hand on the pulse
And this year I can either be reborn,
Or die from convulsions
Because why live if you can't write a new song
And what's the point of fancy polysyllabics,
If nothing new flies out of the speakers like a moth
My second album will be a benchmark, or I'll go headfirst into ethanol
You're either shit or a genius, there's no in-between!
Your migraine is a farce,
Here, for more than a quarter of a century, the head is askew,
We walk in the depths, along dark paths,
Under substances not yet invented.
I am fucking on one scared in your (...)
I fly above you, ducks, like aerial pursuit
I love the dark side hurdling the fence
By now you might have heard of me,
I murder with intent
Every word is burden now
I am sort of an intence
I am cutting through this track
Like a hacksaw,
I am fucking Rock while you are mad dog
Now you can tell them who the best is
Shit, who could have guessed it
That I could spit a spestice
Old school, like playing a game of rubber/grabber?? hockey
I am hard to understand
Like a (?) with a Jabberwocky
Try to fight it, but I guarantee you'll die tonight????
Mighty Mouse behind the mike
(?) smash your Adam's apple
With a snapple bottle
Squash you like an apricot
So Lancelot is back and battle
Catch your feather? (?)
Sentiments are venomous
That melt you once I penetrate
Kill you then I'll cook you then I'll put you on my dinner plate,
Popping vicodin until the psycho hyperventilates
Getting wild boy tearing off the roof
To battle me is death, get burried in a suit.
Your migraine is a farce,
Here, for more than a quarter of a century, the head is askew,
We walk in the depths, along dark paths,
Under substances not yet invented.
I am fucking on one scared in your (...)
I fly above you, ducks, like aerial pursuit
I love the dark side hurdling the fence
By now you might have heard of me,
I murder with intent
Every word is burden now
I am sort of an intence