Текст песни Braslet - Полный пиздец

Every day, like the previous one, a series of similar events choking from work to home, in the best tavern, like an asshole in this cage prozebayu just. Wife with a sour mug even if just smiled, standing in the kitchen like a robot, remained one small thing, my whore or no patience left. After all, I already grabbed a knife in me seething rage ... It's time to start having fun, I'm his wife in the bedroom. Do you want to survive mrazota? Then fold the mug. You Jam sadness. Damn where soldering sing? Today, we're the bitch's have sex anal. It's so original for our family, I have chosen the way marginal, so that dick and you, your friend, your mother, your father, I'll visit them later and less often as the sheep. In the meantime, a plastic bag on your head. Or maybe wait and slept on dick your hair? No, not worth it, better neighbors will please destroem. I'll blow this house and I'm serious about. What do we do first? Open burner, then take a cigarette and put on the shelf, the top matches and that's all we need. I feel it in my heart, you'll prepare a classy dinner. I leave my house, and the first time I'm free, the first time I am calm and I do not care what will. I live one day, but I will not forget. This is a slap in the face of a system that is created by people. The Corporation's shares, the world's machinations, the struggle for the purity of our filthy nation terabytes of useless information, it infuriates me everything, came the climax. Welcome to work, I present today, today all off, today is damn hot. I do not feel sorry for you bitch, you genetic trash. Yes, I am sure that without you I would be a little better. I'm in the lobby, on the protection of my good friend. Knife ebashu quietly on the carotid artery, a weighty argument in order to give the gun, climb tenth in your favorite room. Hey big brother, you want to fire me. A bitch? I'm afraid the luxury I can not let you. Dick you. Grab my bullet, hairy fag. Now who's in charge? Answer one of us? Answer me, scum, bitch! All Die! Die damn! Fag! Go to hell, bitch! Fag whore! Die on the dick! Outside, emergency lights, sparkle on holiday, jackals, reporters, plus Musorskogo filth. They yell something to shout as if to tease me, shit. Do not wake up the body and stop the ugliness. In the blood adrenaline a stirred alcohol. This is a good day, my big laundry. They want to kill me, but you bastards dick, I've got a very nice little sponge secretary. Undress blyadina I always wanted you, and now the very moment to fill the gap. Resistance is futile when the blade pussy. Do you hear the cold iron? It will appeal to you. It's better than a dead man lying on the floor with a bullet in the face. Must be nice, suck my dick suchara and look damn careful or you will die today. Yes, it is very likely. If you suddenly become garbage shoot me back, most likely you will hook first. All clear? Get up bitch conceal his brother. Today, we're a family and fuck that's not true. Many do not, crumble here couple of some fag, I have always been meek, but always loved meat. It's time to go out there is very dangerous. Remember Shit, I did not live in vain! And you whore, you do? Put me in jail? Dick to you, you lose this game! Good-bye!