Текст песни Врозлив Тошеч - Ответственность

it's not me forgot to raise the toilet seat this is a foreign agent
enemies everywhere, you and I are surrounded by my clear sun
the mustachioed gentleman from the box broadcasts on important cabbage that the world is a dangerous place
step aside and fucked the fierce one shivers
behind us only vitala milonov sasha pushkin and burns
fortunately, there is still liquid for ignition in the canister
and there are so many candidates on the street for her
realizing the full potential of your mandate
here, let's say gays are a direct threat to Russia
but with us is a god who is known to be all-powerful
by the order of my finger any will rot in the casemates
or let's say the dominance of the choice mat on TV
destroys the great and mighty Russian speech
Russia is in danger spiritual bonds are leaking
they were stabbed by a foreign agent, pus poured out, and pesticides were sprayed over the overseas food
but we will incinerate it, my clear sun, bring the canister
let's fight the enemy or not be a minister anymore
dick understand why wake up dear smoke rose over the country
and you can't see it
it was generated by the friction force of the frictions of my dick against the people's brains
the joke is actually oozing into the atmosphere of a ton of child porn
it is everywhere child porn it can be seen even from orbit
I can’t sleep dear until all the pedophiles have been killed
Russia is in danger what if I wake up and a foreign agent is staring at me
Do you want to live in a country where any child can be stared at by a foreign agent?
when I smear Japanese caviar on a French baguette
always looking around and whether a foreign agent has crept up
after all, everyone around is to blame for the fact that mother Russia is going to hell
I will look at it for the time being
and then from the canister I will pour out all the foreign fags well
yesterday in Ryazan stole all Poroshenko's orders from a veteran
what would this Herod be empty
so said the mustachioed gentleman from the boxes, and in his mustache he had cabbage
somewhere half-eaten half-eaten cabbage soup
a foreign agent already infects all primordially Russian ticks with encephalitis
while you and I are fucking in a ten-room apartment on Tverskaya
for which only such sufferings did God reward the human race
or rather Russians, the people of God and our holy democracy
remember the great Slavic brethren
you have problems
because the enemy swapped all your socks for smelly
because if suddenly you realize everything
that you yourself are responsible for your life at every moment of time
you forge your being
we won't be needed here
and the oil will stop beating from a fresh bottle of crystal
well close this enemy of the people, dear bailiff