[Verse 1: KD The Stranger]
В сети попали вы, Но я владею сетями, как Прохоров. Я кладу биты на лопатки В деревянное ложе - похороны. Я - тот тип индивида, кого не хотели бы родители видеть около детей своих. Мерзкий тип, словно бес проник. Именно потому теперь готов на "нет" сводить я всех МС. В глазах больше невинности, чем у нескольких девственниц. И я лелею, тех кто подобно Галилею погибали за идею. Словами рисую картины, что висели у самого Люцифера в галерее. I'm sick in the brain. Twisted Insane and KD the Stranger we're killin' the game! Не из вашего стада с колен поднялся в итоге. Ты - словно карлик-оратор, чтобы ты ни говорил -мне похуй. Эти куплеты - мясо, не рекомендованы вегетарианцам. Ты, видимо, ошибся номером и ты не знаешь с кем связался. Спина отполирована взглядами недоброжелателей, Но они, как оставшиеся дни, Одно удовольствие проживать их мне

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I murder in the middle of the night with ease
Hit em in the back of the chevy and then i proceed to my next mission
Everyone lookin' at me like I'm Richard
Im lookin at them so stop your bitchin ,calling me weird yes i'm a weirdo
And you can find me in the twisted and loaded up on alcohol, can’t even walk, here goes nothing
Slice in the middle of the night when you get a razor blade
I told everyone "well if I don't get you back, well shit today's the day"
Me, KD with the AK on the front seat
Two straps in the back pack for a lunch meat
One axe in the back seat with a blackie
Go ahead and leave if u feelin jumpy
Everyone know what im gonna do when i get you in a predicament
Put ‘em into a box and bury 'em half alive, and cut off his leg-a-mints
And I cannot help that you are so normal and that I am so different
I could be cool and say that shit was in school fuck it im ignorant
Give him a seat and then i get to hackin his feet
What you think u gonna rest for a week
Motherfucker u ain't never gonna sleep
[??] not before u was feelin the heat
I can take you in rest and the catch you up and make you in pieces and then ima fuckin eat

Verse 3[:Loc Saint]
Now hold up a second im lookin to wreckers
And shake it come at your brain, yea, I’ll really get you in the mainland, [?] lookin right behind me
Hell down, hell bound, hell hounds right behind me
Suckers and wreckers were shining
Fears bumpin' up in the never pull the [?] now cuz im daily grindin' still drippin the moment of [?] tear em in the middle of [?]
Keepin it simple cuz we S-U to the P-E-R to the N-A-T-U-R-A to the L [?????]
Hes expressed to go back to the test[???]
Rebound is around us KD The Stranger's Mob, Twisted Insane, Locsaint spitting the monster stuff
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