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Verse # 1:
[Tarantula]
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock. Each year, as a white sheet,
In third grade I was very fun word yaytseglist,
In the ninth I was ugrist,
Now my hair is less than the horns of an elk.
I hear rap poet, not a rap-artist
And I do not expect snotty dvoechnits the scene
With the party avtosireny.
And it is not one hundred pounds thirst persons
With two books in his eyes,
To say: & quot; It's all about us, respekt! & Quot;
Yes I am Insect.
I fucking secretary-general and deputy prefect
And in English for me only in time of perfect.
You do not have to enter it as the program A. Gordon.
You Gandon, should take this as a greenhouse eeffeett.
[Was cold]
Who are these people?
For what they prize at MTV Awards, Grammy?
I abruptly realized that getting old.
These idols wool flock under half than I did.
In the ass, when my heroes fought,
But I'm not going to do hymns middle school,
I did not learn for you your backyard fun.
I know as many words as you are not forced acne
And read books more than the Jew of the Psalms of David.
Others in the tweed jacket dandy
I dislike the same extent,
That cattle Grounded firmly Hera.
Tick-tock, during scratching.
Well, so be it, nothing!
Chorus densely lie down for a bit.

Chorus:

[Tarantula]
Running tsiferblatovy in year year-Ground,
Continue to tell me & quot; & quot ;, you one hundred pounds
And seeing as running, such as & quot; tick & quot ;, such as & quot; & quot ;, so
Tick-tock on the ears limp whisper.

Running tsiferblatovy in year year-Ground,
Continue to tell me & quot; & quot ;, you one hundred pounds
And seeing as running, such as & quot; tick & quot ;, such as & quot; & quot ;, so
Tick-tock on the ears limp whisper.

Verse # 2:

[Tarantula]
I was stuck in a maximalist, as in a narrow ass enema.
Grew out of the slacks, but still my enemy,
Who is not my friend, I'm just weak to outrageous.
I palate knits,
If my aria not Teasing your morality.
More ... (More)
I piously deaf, especially
Besides, who goes there in my audience.
Who wears away at Yakitori caviar of flying fish (Fish)
Or the one who collects the asphalt teeth, listen!
I do not know who you are, what you are pleased that clear.
Maybe on your body purple spots ?!

[Was cold]
Maybe you Grez Porn his play about Count Dracula ?!

[Tarantula]
Can you dream sniff ass Lima Vajkule ?!

[Was cold]
Maybe you dreamed last night ruddy horse ?!

[Tarantula]
Maybe you greesh eggs under cold tap,
Can eat burgers with Doberman from the same plate ?!

[Was cold]
Maybe your children at Chapaev one look like?! ...
I do not lodge in the message box prokrutstovo.
And who a day without Proust or Bryusova
And who sleeps in the back.
I exactly to pussy on all of you
Do you want to listen to, and not.
So all three mp3 watch.
Syllable bitingly, Style angry peg.
Bonch not write songs for heifers.
Like this becomes praktologom praktolog
After all, someone has to picking his assholes.
Not all bleach cutters, not all the girls in the insert
Sixth the size of the udder and this path is not barter,
Selected, verified, vyrevan,
Shibche shireva,
Those who vchuhal what parish
If not, do not fuck,
If so, stick your ears here.

Chorus:

[Tarantula]
Running tsiferblatovy in year year-Ground,
Continue to tell me & quot; & quot ;, you one hundred pounds
And seeing as running, such as & quot; tick & quot ;, such as & quot; & quot ;, so
Tick-tock on the ears limp whisper.

Running tsiferblatovy in year year-Ground,
Continue to tell me & quot; & quot ;, you one hundred pounds
And seeing as running, such as & quot; tick & quot ;, such as & quot; & quot ;, so
Tick-tock on the ears limp whisper.