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"Brooklinskaya saga"


Cizhu Odin ya V parke,
vdrug golos prohripel
Chto by zvonil ya Larke
chtob ya ee imel

vrubil ya svoy mobilnik
i nabral telefon
a negr - xolodil'nik
vrlychil svoy rap - muzon

ya ni xepa ne slyshu
sizhu toch' toch v tyurme
a negr, pidar, dishit
meshaet padla mne

dostanu svoye pushku
zabyu tuda patron
i negra kak podrushku
otpravlyu na xep BOH!

A Larka shlyuxa plachet
chto ya ey ne zvonil
i negr tut mayachet
pizdit svoy rap dibil

Ya larke otvechayu
"Xochu otsos seychas!
Ya skoro priezhayu
i budu cherez chas!"

Vdrug ment k nam podyezhaet
vklyuchil sirenu on
i negra zabirayet
v uchastok gde Miron

Miron zhe ponimaet
Chto negr idiot
I shvabru prodevaet
chrez zhopu pryamo v rot!

A ya uzhe u Larki
I tozhe sunul v rot
Ved' ya uzhe ne v parke
Ved' ya zh, ne idiot!