Текст песни Untitled Export - Сатаний рог в твоей мамаше

Asphalt sold dusty cracks
People get sick izvratnymi spectacles
Lushpayki the ground serve them food
Dying one by one, the old hero
And every moment of commotion everywhere
Mankind eats this bitter dish

And Satan's horn in your mummy!

Flood spreads crap on villages
Musicians do not write encouraging songs
The girls are given for a beer
They screen flashes Hank Moody promiscuous
People jammed cocaine shocks dying
And there's this gommore no end

And Satan's horn in your mummy!

And among this slime and clay mud
And among this slime and clay mud
And among this slime and clay mud
Voltage weakens our trembling connection

And Satan's horn in your mummy

Beelzebub dictates her source code
She screams like a banshee in the marsh waters
Mother-in-law, your mother is driving me crazy
When she is at home, this house - prison

And Satan's horn in your mummy!
And Satan's horn in your mummy!
And Satan's horn!