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Russian Rap with Subs | Husky – Bullet-fool (Pulya-dura)


(repeats) I do not want to be beautiful, I do not want to be rich
I want to be a machine gun shooting faces Jam from the sun on a visor,
In the backpack – poems in own language. I’m lying in a random bus in a dictaphone
I’m always in the defocus, I’m always the background. Focused like a suicide,
I wander around the city, dreaming of coition. Meaningless whores of both sexes around me and God (looks out) of the wreckage of clouds like a warhead. (repeats) I do not want to be beautiful, I do not want to be rich
I want to be a machine gun shooting faces A lonely two-legged (people) is an hundred-handed horde. People smell of soup like an old woman’s quim. Queues to queues to the skin doctor –
I don’t feel anything, I don’t want, I don’t want nookey, I want Jericho On a bullet-fool, being a hungry heretic. I have to roll and roll along the avenues like a wheel – I’m a lone yonker with a bullet shot in the face. (repeats) I do not want to be beautiful, I do not want to be rich
I want to be a machine gun shooting faces (bullet-fool!) Close the gate, cockatoos! My rap is a prayer, but with a razor in my mouth. I’m a misbirth of the Russian inside, I’m in the capital like a fig in the belly of a Vietnamese woman. Jesus Christ ordered a randan, And I raise a toast for the class holocaust! (I’m joking!) My brothers swallow giggles… Daddy’s babes, shovel your guts! (repeats) I do not want to be beautiful, I do not want to be rich
I want to be a machine gun shooting faces (bullet-fool!) (repeats) bullet-fool, hey-hey

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