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do not fuck my brains bitch I fucked everyone here
in my pants sewn over warm fur
and wear such clothes is not a sin
for I spit on all

my socks are long at the battery - sniff
and I was lying on his bed with his dirty whore
and on the floor sticky spilled tea
when I sleep with you, I get straight to heaven

my kalonki hammering here for all muzlo
in the car all the puke and go further
once we recruit syringe shit
in your eyes all the more more hypocrisy
all settled long ago
for us
for kvass
for pineapple
hard bass

and we sit here and listen to rap with a clear entrance
smell of damp basements
rotten hands addict I ​​do not replace the prosthesis
I ask you to charity

If you want to die , fall in love
heart could not stand my brains
not friends with him for a long time they
because you're dead rotted completely
You get up in the morning full of vigor

your black cat ran across the road for a long time I
and I'm standing at attention
chested body all in shit
climb 'll be too greasy

my life is going on all stable
and people shadow fly past
in the minibus edish smotrish into the void
but I hold on and not baiting and I do not smoke