Наркоман

Begins with grass, continuing crack,
The death of worthless man.
Presumably Bosko that drink,
His life turns you into a nightmare.
Not wishing to close at all to spit,
Life has become a mixture of chemicals and herbs!

When you die like a dog in a smelly hallway,
With rotten body with the brain is not in place,
He destroys the happiness of his family -
Father with a heart attack, his mother in the ground.

Strengthening the power of selling cattle,
Transforming itself into a herd of slaves.
Think about what transforms itself,
Every day you play with death

When you die like a dog in a smelly hallway,
With rotten body with the brain is not in place,
He destroys the happiness of his family -
Father with a heart attack, his mother in the ground.