187 105
105, part 2 in this house. 105, part 2 in court.
105, part 2 in the protocol. 105, part 2, point D!
105, part 2 in this house. 105, part 2 in court.
105, part 2 in the protocol. 105, part 2, point D!
Kill 'Em! Kill 'Em! Kill 'Em, All! Alcohol and diphenhydramine,
In a state of affect, I drop you on the floor.
Nah*my voices, I came up with it myself -
Drops of blood in the hair, from the cut strip.
Everything is under control - I wanted.
Seven but ** is far from the limit.
Only my pshiater recalls me,
I am cursed by the "slaughter department".
The nerves are stretched like a string,
In the pocket of the rope, in the sky the moon.
On this cold November evening
She was returning from work alone.
A hammer in my hand is her last Vis-a-Vis,
My conversions in the ground? My anorak is in her blood.
Garbage will see the body, ohh*the prosecutor.
The fact that I have done yesterday - I will make a splash!
105, part 2 in this house. 105, part 2 in court.
105, part 2 in the protocol. 105, part 2, point D!
105, part 2 in this house. 105, part 2 in court.
105, part 2 in the protocol. 105, part 2, point D!
