Isáev.

Добрых снов, родня.

Хуевит чет.

Рп сделайте.

She swears her love to me and she throws mud at me

i want to stuff money into my pillow, baby, to hell with the fluff.

Бежал к тебе сломя я ноги, моя пантера, даже госпожа.

You have a chance to shoot, go ahead

Fucking carbon copies go unnoticed throughout life

— Keep diggin' your grave, I'll pass you the shovel, yeah.