Поэзия чистоганом

Are chosen me as your brain entrances cats
I let you hawala our souls spoons.
This is my Bonch - message, my Bonch - attitude,
My hits are not just for the intoxicating golosheniya.
I'm here to pee bit to knock the spirit of the verb.
I'm not the one brand of empty balabolom.
Under the guise of a cynic wear heart flame,
Be hip-hop wife I would be monogamous.
And to me that pussy behind the glass? What & quot; House-2 & quot; in a row,
I do not believe something that I tipped the body - astrologer.
Hey, stubborn! Who without Globa not find the road?
I - I thought that you - the people who do not - Taurus and Capricorn.
How to crank den shkerites in false sciences
By the stars died out the day will be able to fart,
Odd sense of swell, go out in anticipation of the end of the World.
Dumber than texts about & quot; I have all my kid & quot ;.
A strained tone to a hernia,
God, how I often hear
Treatment in his address to untwist rappers.
They call our poems - lyrics, songs - carts.
Yes you jinx us, by God.
At the time of charms and amulets to protect themselves, seven verses.
I hasten to put everything on the shelves in his cell,
We do music, not sound production,
We do not make the text - verse. Pull themselves Pakshi,
Of the soul for a bit, here is seething - the gift of God,
This syllable high as Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.
Here it is, the Makar, in which we show the essence.
Poetry chistoganom, get ready to swallow.

Yo! It's just thinking out loud,
This is just a stream of consciousness,
We have a bit of a task - to freeze in my throwing.
I came on the scene, I realized there somewhere Kirkorov close.
Lunch, washed, left a note on the table:
& Quot; Mom! Out in Maine stream when I get back - I do not know,
But I hope, as soon as a righteous man from Paradise.
Tell all of our I popser,
Let me put on the cross. & Quot;
Wave your hand, sigh, say:
& Quot; We do know it - dunce! & Quot;
I am the same & quot; Ace Of Base & quot; Only 10 years later,
Hip-hop is in fashion now progressive youth.
You can redeem in the face: the toupee, the progressive,
So, mouth razyavil a piece new fashion begging.
However, that look to it, with commercials Verkhoturov
I myself have long been the product of mass culture.
Thoughts stamps, writing templates, live in cliches,
I look at things in blinkers and many more letters & quot; & quot ;, SHE
I firmly fed metropolitan rhythms, would give tibia bone,
To change the Manege Square to the Palace.
At least two years
I could be like Henry Padva
If not scored seminars 5 years in a row.
Would be stored in the locker stable lawyer jackpot,
Would blanch geeks szhivshih hundred souls.
I would be someone's husband, someone in begudyah and ruches.
Knew would be a good judge of angelic slut
I have a lot of money supply fresh tselok,
And the children, I would ban even dream about the Great
Would teach virtues to Antique Furniture
And the dead would be between dinner and ebley!