Собственно бонч 1999

Actually Bonch 1999

Verse # 1:

[ Tarantula ]
Hear me - make maximum louder
Someone from Tarantula fucking Boncha
Wants hearing as running hound wants .
I do not figachit rhyme when I think that I shall be perfected .

[ Was cold ]
I'm talking about , h , i , used in your head ,
Girls - ye -ee ...
At the peak of you twice .
Clarity of thought required to grass - ant ,
South-west - that's our maza .
[ Tarantula ]
Incident comparable to the worldwide flood , quite.
Boncha ark on the wave.
Rhymes like lightning tknem night.
Know how to breathe .

[ Was cold ]
He writes .

[ Tarantula was cold and ]
And the lives Bonch .
Chorus:

[ Girl ]
Bonch Bru Bonch ... Bonch .
Type funk rhythm headphone Leaky night.

Verse # 2 :

[ Tarantula ]
Profsoyuznaya - Radial huddled in a corner peppers
I realized - they are fourth year without sex .
I swam carefully, did not want to offend the track.
Simply , put the barrel in the cash box .
" Hello , "- said cocked jauntily .
" This is a robbery ! All sit quietly !
I want one card per hundred trips "
Aunt in the breathing became crowded .

[ Was cold ]
Some goof on the TV again
Wanted me to be a vote
For him , because we need to save Russia ,
I realized - this thing must stop .
Unscrewed TV receiver box ,
Two fingers in his mouth - bye-bye comedians !
Squeaked something and suddenly showered sparks
Way to cut down the policy quickly , here .

[ Tarantula ]
It was Monday - the beginning of the week .
I went to the station in the barrel shaking hands ,
The train arrived , everything is clean .
I rushed to the driver's cab yuk .
Grabbed by the collar in the form of two Dodov .
" See you in hell! " - They are not waiting on the platform.
Some bulbs, bunch Priborchik , buttons , pens, I clicked zatvorchikom .
From childhood dream to steer Metro composition.
I took the microphone, I said to them :
" Yo ! Carefully close the door , the next station on Friday ! "

[ Was cold ]
My TV was on , rattled and hissed
But I spirited urchin ,
I managed to jump out when he exploded onto the stairwell ,
Hanging out there and gypsy child with outstretched palm ,
I basement , hesitated a little .
Grabbed his ears and asked him a thrashing ,
It written on my forehead gel pen :
" In my death I ask blame the Light ... "
And just below : " Chubais .. Gang to justice ! "
Dead child was amazed , did not try to escape,
I clicked print to be sure .

Chorus:

[ Girl ]
Bonch Bru Bonch ... Bonch .
Type funk rhythm headphone Leaky night.
Bonch Bru Bonch .
How would clear rhyme in stereo mode pierce the night.
Verse # 4 :

[ Was cold ]
I Son-Of-Bonch.
Take me cop if you can zamazhem ,
A bitch promazhesh .
Even in the beautiful cloudless dreams
Do not go out on the way dad was cold .
Understand me Mr. shoulder straps ,
Keep in the glove compartment of his I talk millions,
Cartridges driving in your brain ,
Cutting into your world , your world , your world , your world ...
As far as the world is bright, but dead as a chandelier,
Throughout all gray and empty.
Someone will say to me: " Man without drugs ! "
I answer : " No croquettes with cabbage . "

[ Tarantula ]
Unnoticed in the love of me-nots ,
Mom calls me caustic bastard.
Blow for days in tune
I kind paying prostitutes .
Creepy, but facts !
Meat - the enemy !
Cholesterol strangles - Big Mac .
Ah! If I would have called Rousseau
Maybe I would have asked to call me Jean-Jacques .
So , I do not want to be a monarch !
Gad will , I 'll be a tycoon .
Fuck me copper, aluminum .
Bonch Bru Bonch platinum, at least!

Chorus:

[ Girl ]
Bonch Bru Bonch .
How would clear rhyme in stereo mode pierce the night.

Verse # 5 :

[ Was cold ]
Na-na -na- nei .
Phone uno we exactly
Do not you have to deal with you Bonch Bru Bonch .

[ Tarantula ]
Yeah, we do Jehovah above .
Do not you dare to sharpen lyasy Boncha .

[ Tarantula was cold and ]
La-la- la-la !
You do not compete with us exactly
Fuck you compete with Bonch Bru Bonch .
Yeah , you'll be torn to