Текст песни uzticiba - Затабачим панчи PB-3R vs. ceonit

I throw from the basement to the corpses in the morning
Baba yell from the balcony I say shut down bitch
hands in red color, from your bodies, drunk
I buried like a carrot in the hopelessness of your poisons
Anesthesia Nutra My Fuck You Fuck
I smoke, bit on your punches and mom in the bathroom
Finger on Ceonita vulnerable as a golem
time to put on you and spread in the dead field
There is no way out, there is a cube, and sphere
biting rats for the ankle, cut the nerves
I am unrestrained I am bluing on your walls
Blue Mouth, Full Stomach, Shergen Syndrome
Wet whore crasles my knees
I shake ashes on bosch, devouring smoke
You lie on the morning at home on the carpet, my mother shouts "Andryusha"
not knowing that the uzticiboy son was strangled

I go along the narrow Friendsone Topchach all your fucking
here Rabikana, Rakshasa Praise Kopro
From the full pack of cigarettes take away moments
Brutal Point Pins Fallen Pamphlets
All my ribs are defined by the rusty smoke of the world
We reach the time where the main enemy is a book
My hatred for Norns is already a complete vase
Disclosure of fucking theme stupid attachment
I'm leaking if you throw up magals
Poems of suns and whinists will remain in Battles
What about? Without these images, it will be boring
Lamash takes each womb of the universe