Текст песни MattAfi - Дрочеры

I can not start correctly, and it is clear to cum,
You have to write at night,
In the afternoon I put a queue
For the next line.
Text is assembled by lumps,
lying on the shelves,
In my locker.
Life is not flat
she is full of bumps,
sharpening sharp
dreams of mothers,
You want to go away, Branch is not driven,
We are standing with you, on a normal path.
See who inside the tettle sits,
there is some kind of getting angry that you fled it,
On the other hand, the slot sticks out,
There is no chance that your relative is sitting.
What do you want, and apparently can not come to ask
Although the dick knows like a type of reper, but no urine,
Therefore, sitting here it looks and jerks off, his dick in the shreds.