Текст песни ЦЫКЛ - ГЛОТОК БЛЭЙЗЕРА

7 days expire soon my saliva flow, I came to visit Peter, we put a bucket
Pat and I were treated to sour, I was lying in the arch in the park under the name brand
son called my name, I was staring at the wall and saw the future
Neighbors few haves fucked by turns to thrust the needles under the fingernails

I was going crazy, and lay on the floor Pat stood up and stopped in time
dudes boiled dumplings but I did not get even a cup of tea
I was in heaven and floated on the banks of the river wallpaper knife and cut his eyelids
Fred Perry hat and red eyes dripping IDA terms with a mouth with saliva peremeshku
He dissolved the floor under my feet I had fun on that as I pizdela brand
I nableval on his avatar and swallowed a rusty nut

now I do not listen to rap I'm with the boys Luba and we sit on the grass under the sun
Palace of marriage increases the risk of cancer cells I hear the crunch of a broken branches
that chick in the bus was sucking me gently, I spat on the floor casually she licked
and said that it was time to get married, I went to the shower and strangled his sister
she slept on the floor in my memory is the place for you welcome
and went to fucking stay there and my raspaltsovki very cleverly, I laid out the dust on the shelves

my bones to gnaw on my bum eye opener and your ass foot in my hands wire
rust and water she gave me no and I did not try to take me and pulled out a tooth
It falls from the lips of herpes I immured years as a corpse in the pipes as the frame
head wind blew meningitis cook on a fork like a thread veins

the taste of her cold cave like a door of faith I have wooden floors scoring goals at the gate
shaved dick shaved me covered and my brain phagedenic rotten boss god
I do not believe in it for the money his shave and mouth fuck his tits and umbilicus
I do a breath and realize that I'm done for, I love dot style

the body gently stroking my land to the black hearse door pressed dumb teen
Full and hungry this fashion is not fashionable to wear Lacoste rotten my bone
and lush hair and layers nisshie I ebust only with you and you with him
Triangle finger stuffed sister colitis screw it, I cooked, I prayed

he played backgammon with Satan, but a couple I finished smoking cigar picked up a guitar
and smashed his head on the tsiklomed I spilled egg shaved and looked at the sky