Manifestari cronice - Cheloo

Calare pe drig transmit ritmic

E momentul critic literar

Lovesc la cap ca bata-n neolitic

Toti alearga din sens opus

Fara puls pe un drum impus

Care nu duce sus

E un?

ce trebuie spus

Tre' sa te prinzi daca nu esti mintal redus

Iau totu-n ras plus

E ca la circ, unii incearca sa-si refaca viata pe mIRC

Mentionez nu sunt legat atat de acest pamant

Ca dragostea eterna dintre musca si ingrasamant

Identitatea mea nationala egala cu drepturile civile din viata reala

Am o viata normala

Cu sanse mari sa ajung la batranete in p*** goala

Stau in studio ca-n buncar

Imping la limite limba romana uzuala

De mult prost vorbita

Decat sa cad mai bine cobor

Decat sa decad mai bine mor

Caci totul se rezuma la umor

Imitand popoare inferioare

Nu devii superior

Vrei un profesor sau

Vrei un dresor

Gustul banilor e dulce

Te seduce dar se duce

Cand ultimul leu e luat de vant revii violent pe pamant

Necunoscand decat placerea de-a fuma

Sau d-a pe gat

Ajungi sa fii urat de toti, tre' sa vrei mai mult

Fiecare zi e buna, dar se termina prost

Una pe fata, una pe dos da' stiu dar nu cunosc

Un om sensibil intr-o lume de rechini e inutil

Inceteaza, inceteaza sa mai fii copЇl

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On horseback they transmit rhythmically

It's the critical literary moment

I hit my head like a Neolithic beater

They all run in the opposite direction

No pulse on an imposed road

Which does not lead up

And one?

what to say

You need to catch yourself if you are not mentally retarded

I take everything in stride plus

It's like the circus, some people are trying to rebuild their lives on mIRC

I mention I'm not so attached to this earth

Like the eternal love between fly and fertilizer

My national identity equals real-life civil rights

I have a normal life

With great chances to reach old age in the empty p ***

I'm in the studio like in a bunker

I push the usual Romanian language to the limit

Long spoken of

I'd rather go down than fall

I'd rather die than die

Because it all comes down to humor

Imitating inferior peoples

You do not become superior

Do you want a teacher or

You want a trainer

The taste of money is sweet

He seduces you but he goes

When the last lion is taken by the wind, you return violently to earth

Knowing only the pleasure of smoking

Or put it down your throat

You end up being ugly by everyone, you have to want more

Every day is good, but it ends badly

One on the face, one on the back but I know but I don't know

A sensitive man in a world of sharks is useless

Stop it, stop being a child

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