Текст песни BAKER x PHONK - XUESOS

My custody friend
He seems like a fruit
And like a vegetable,
With a little tight head.
Always offered him help.

I asked him
And in response, without having anything,
Run to him rude.
Yes, who are you, on the sight like cute, although chicks are indifferent,
In life - not patriotic, Washing as grandfather would say mine.
Passed the day, the other, he was still a blab
And I got drunk in the trash,
And with the scream "Bold Puja you - Ham",
Raised his fucking.
And he was something, fucking, he inspired that he was an universe evil.

I laughed
Eban in mouth
You are a narrow-eyed mole,
No, I'm sorry, now I'm goth.