Текст песни паша бинго, твой камрад, атака трупа - бубубубу

We sat down with a bingo and an attack as if three assholes
With the hope that Ginorams will be accepted by the Aqaba
For propaganda here anal feats with fag
Do you think that bath feces? Then don’t sleep, give me a crab
Some kind of darkness. There are some extreme whores and Mary Craybury
And waddle further in this ditch - extreme measures
So we did not take the rescue and rake
Tread these. Leaving room for the kings of grime
They do not have kilograms of salt packaged
Sorry sorry. This is a concentrated bean soup
And from the winner just do the Urals in sorrow will be
On a beat he’s a bubub if I rook fuck a fuck
There is no corpse. Well, now whose punchlines google?
I am not here. And who is pumping the dome here now?
And they shout supposedly and make a noise with such a company
But your lovely tunes are far from plowing bingo

we sat down with bingo and comrade and looking at round six
there was no one left but the bat really died
rappers take care of each other how to live healthy in the program
as we flew away, everyone became less cruel

they took a step to the side, and there is a song abyss
even chenzh suddenly sang a groovy rap and squinted under chronos
and watching only the microphone was interestingly funny
but his mortars didn’t have enough fervor

and the reserve judge missed the cherub with the infamous
to these three cocks rhyme horizontal bars and bars
and the mod who wins the least destructive trash will win
and our rap on uhhb is a triple penetration

there are fewer brains left on the batel than Hemingway on the floor
the three of us went into the sunset cleverly deceiving all these shit-eaters
and from every comment left, it’s like a trampoline
the rod takes off high with the nuclear component on board

the analyst’s brother, and Pashkevich, we are here turning on a bolt
glory to ukraine well kaput Putin
everyone on this bit is a special talker
because we read boring bubbudto with beans in our mouth