Słoń - Techenko

I'm a crowbar in the spokes of a wheelchair
I shine so bright it melts the cornea
I came into the world to wreck things
You wear used condoms from your friends
You can't compare anyone to us as we will always be above their level
With a tentacled brain, facing me fits, my friend
You'll meet your true family today in the mosh pit
Oh, b*tch, the truth hurts
Johnny Sins, I come to shut mouths
BDF REPRESENT zombie army
Bastards listen to me with foil hats

Every concert the wall of death
Cuts the room in half
Our family ties
Can't be cut even by a knife
Every concert the wall of death
Cuts the room in half
Our family ties
Can't be cut even by a knife

U! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF!
U! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF!
Lalalalalala lalalalala
Lalalalalala lala f*ck your face

The most talkative h** stays silent around me
F*ck it, which howling wimp doesn't like us
F*ck it, how many likes you have and what clothes
You're doing pop, as if you removed a finger from your a**
Pipes frustrate us, plastic
You'd eat a truck of sh*t for likes
Why the flex when you've got nothing from the rap game
Jumping on your head in ski boots
I play for a handful, have a vulgar style
You have a ghostwriter, so shut up about rap
Our tentacles around your neck - die
I'll sh*t on you from the height of the Mir station

Every concert the wall of death
Cuts the room in half
Our family ties
Can't be cut even by a knife
Every concert the wall of death
Cuts the room in half
Our family ties
Can't be cut even by a knife

U! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF!
U! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF! u! BDF!
Lalalalalala lalalalala
Lalalalalala lala f*ck your face