Текст песни про позитив 2rbina 2rista

Обновлено: 09.11.2024

I am a candidate for garbage! All I need to know
Avoid unnecessary questions and smoke, prick, swallow
I used to be young and fresh, but everything rolled on pussy
For it is difficult to make a cache when you work anywhere
I smiled at Fortune, my life changed
I did not even dreamed, did not think that the work was a buzz!
I'm working, not to donate the raped veins
Cooking me on Open Fire New Hallucinogen
Creative boar cooks. Everything that cooks need to eat
And you will refuse - Huyarite: "You do not eat mushrooms, fucking?"
Often splatters my flask, glitches cause psycho
But I am a hardy workman - I enhance the three
Barely holding a rue, in the veins a horse hair
Acquired the sixth sense - intravenous voice
Let the soul pour not clean and the body breathes the seams
I, like a suicide and terrorist, dies with you!

Used the blanket, the sheet flew
And pillow, like a frog, rode from me
I'm for the candle - she is in the stove, I am for the book - that run
MORE SPAYS I do not let me! Zaebali, your mother!

I was practically friends with granny on a bench
Vegetarian was - sat only on the grass
But, as soon as the kayf is spent, wildly divided
I, like a detective, I spoil, ate and punctured
Threw a girlfriend-fool. Seen, we are not a couple
Herself a long time sits on the chmur, the end of Schmar
Her new Sukhodocher Pakits her rarely
Do not, for does not want! Broke, babe!
Who with amphetamine friendly, sits on a sleigh with a shrimp
I don't need a dick! Togo love with the Barygoy
Well, I'm inside the game, where there is a free dose
Just jumped off the needle and jumped under the wheels
Sani go faster, the brain and the body loosened
I'm weak, doses - evil! And the Ministry of Health warned!
And millions will die, I will put on this hands
"Buenos Diaz, our gulean!" - tell me glitches

Yellow Blue Macak, hugging me ears
Eyes of my dogs, paying to the lice
Sang that he jumps steeper from Cloaca in Anus
And that the stars in the blue cloud increase the status
That the hero of Futurama is better than dead women
That for Sleeping Red Mom you need more cracks
That the biggest wilderness is more than ever
What kind of fucking nonsense?! Let me urgently!

Roof claps in your hands
Roof claps in your hands
Thanks to all! Stuff good!
This preparation is good
Heart climbs through the throat
Climbs, climbs through the throat
But as it should not
Conclusion: not across
Roof claps in your hands
Chlop-clap in your hands
I have rats under the skin
Rats under the skin
I'll throw back, bitch!
I'm going crazy, Gandons!
Yes for us do not worry
There are such as you, wagons!

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