Doors are closed, webok, there is no way back
My course is castling as Pathmit.
Subject of figures, you are on the edge of the cape,
Nowhere to hide, eat yourself, rat!
First station: corpses, skeletons,
Those who thought he was covered here.
Here even James hangs behind the eggs,
Schedule with fear Already overboard rushes.
Early Uybok, it's just the beginning,
Raise from the floor of the lost phallus,
Watch out the road - there are two stations:
Shit residue drain station.
I am altering seeing evaluation judges
If they are three, then I have a hat-trick,
You have zero on zero, it's simple:
Your estimates are Olympic rings.
You were already merged on all Battles fucking,
Without exception, our case is with you.
I'm sniper, you are an archer, tell me who is better?
The schedule fell, well, on top of a brother!
Let's go further - the station three,
Pants tighten you to chop into pieces.
Spill legs, cut off your hands, you have nowhere to go, bitch.
For spare parts, we fold a tunic to prepare to the main flour.
Thought you in hell, but no. This horror house is personally yours
There is no meaning to hide as if the ostrich is down your head,
Anyway, we will be found
And again and again you will be sent to us.
The cabin went back again,
Further on rails, in the attraction.
The fourth station will be the last.
For you, she, as for the Jew boiler.
Gori in hell, bitch!
