Текст песни Mc Rotten Brain Tumor - Горы ваших труппов

I'm calling in your body retroflections flows
press on the throat foot, you're so beautiful.
And what is there in your stomach? Let me check this opening,
welcome to hell, I have become your guide.
Ejaculation pus, chopped off from the knees,
severed heads, the decoration of the walls.
These dead children rot away beneath his feet,
dull sluggish putrid smell of your mother's vagina.
Failed abortion suisayd and catastrophes,
you today umretё in this wild confusion.
You're standing on the corner, in the hands compress a sharp knife,
kill these suckers, raspatrosh.
Murder and violence, raisins of the world,
neebicheskaya joy after a dose of heroin.
Kill these monsters, driving them to the grave,
drown the whole family in their Van formalin.