Текст песни Плаксивый кулак - Мёртвые жвала уже не осудят

Bitle Juise Drink Vegeteble Juise
Ised to Confuce My Black Babys' Pussies
NOW I GOT SPIRIT IN MY PANS
Do You Wanna Do Hard Dance
With My Pennis

forehead did not extinguish a cigarette
Sasha Tishchenko wrote hello it was lunch
I gave her 3 gifts and there is no answer
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Not only by it
After all, it only takes half
places vertical it 30 cm to normal
And how is the spark, when you closed a bitch
In me, the guys said "Birth"
Plated on asphalt
Plated on asphalt
Well, you fucking

And the fingers do not burn,
If they are in the water dip
In the window we drown kittens,
How can I listen to a torment?
I as hipopaths struck everyone in fluff-dust
Suddenly, not from where Bach!
woke up at the zb in the forest
and threw Harch in the wasp
carry the fox for the tail in the darkness
And I realized that I was in anywhere
Lisa is, as in childhood I
And drags her fatty pig
Creator I've gave me good
Brooch fell on the floor I like fleas
NOT PRIVE SERIE You're white snow
After all, this summer is nonsense
And your associated wind slept
and your dog was sleeping when Vassal came
But you did not praise, of course, you are a corpse
From the dead, Zwa shouted the deceased GUK
We raised Eminemi or Eldj
Helped us Aristotle can a story about Fay?
But you drank milk in migraine
A piece of sausages fell from the ceiling
Did you drink at night and now?
Waltz dance B or Hardbass?
Of course not, you're dried
And the mind fell into a prosk
when you are Russian steel and wine
gave a night as an unfortunate gnome
just a house and friend
and mind
But you all gone and I
I'll go drink cheap tea '

Bitle Juise Drink Vegeteble Juise
Ised to Confuce My Black Babys' Pussies
NOW I GOT SPIRIT IN MY PANS
Do You Wanna Do Hard Dance
With My Pennis

Bitle Juise Drink Vegeteble Juise
Ised to Confuce My Black Babys' Pussies
NOW I GOT SPIRIT IN MY PANS
Do You Wanna Do Hard Dance
With My Pennis