Bird:
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While you were fucking moms in battle,
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Your country has been fucked up.
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We also trample our garden,
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Not a thrill to leave, but again on the heel.
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With a mode under the handle and squatting,
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At the post, he gave a bribe to the pigs.
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What did you read about in two thousand and ten,
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Your leggings are hanging in the closet.
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The roosters are drizzling, the joint is smoking.
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Luggage is gathering dust, goose.
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Petrosyan was joking in the box,
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Morning brings the sun
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In general, it will not be sweeter here.
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On the wings of the night like a black cloak,
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You thought you were black, sit and cry.
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They give you a fur coat on the cheek.
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Here freedom is 12 Bel,
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I shoot at the area through the lenses of the joint venture,
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I soar above goodness like a zeppelin.
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Brother, why are you wearing an ugi.
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Your propaganda is a circus desale,
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Bath salt, and pimples of salt.
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Like birds mowers fly into the sky,
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To a place where I didn't feel sorry for mine.
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They do not change quickly, cowards are with them,
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Moscow was bombarded with money
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The clock is ticking for a couple of lames.
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On the wrist of the dead man's uncle.
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Guf:
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According to the tickets
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Take your seats.
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I'll give out a new verse,
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I don't know how many of you are there.
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From zero to a hundred.
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Died, then resurrected.
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Dangerous dancing around the fire.
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The Ministry of Health warned you
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I gave up my rights.
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Stopped smoking.
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You can congratulate me.
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Departure from the rail of the train,
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Planes crash for a reason.
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Cities live in fear.
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The crescent and the star are to blame for everything.
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All posts, all posts!
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Hot pursuit interception plan.
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Suspected natives of Dagestan.
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Billboards on all highways.
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For information about finding three lyama.
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But for some reason I don't trust the authorities.
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Moreover, three lyama is somehow not enough.
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Don't be afraid guys, I won't give you up.
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I got stuck in the nineties along the way.
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They want something from me again
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Boys are drowned like kittens.
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I'll freeze the joint again.
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Chorus: Guf
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Rewind this tape.
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Where there are clean eyes, it's a pity you can't.
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Revzik, no one showed where the brakes are.
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Slim:
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Fat boils, gurgles, gives us joy.
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This motif is like wild TNT.
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Fierce muddied to folded,
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And someone twisted, was silent and sculpted.
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Cola bubbles quietly let go
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And white I boldly inhaled.
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All pigs, smoke from coal.
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Meat nearby, friends hanging out.
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This is the sound from downtown lies
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Let's repeat, don't be silent.
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Fat boils, fat boils.
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Redhead pleases with the smell of spruce.
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Fat smokes, fat smokes.
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And our gang sat in the top.
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In uniform chase,
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Through the courtyards of old Moscow.
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Someone catches the bandits, someone stupid.
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Soup for suckers here products for the outskirts,
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I'll throw it away myself, the taste is the same,
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Hide your eyes from mom
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When you are swaggering again with the boys.
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It is not for all girls to understand this meaning.
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These are bracelets for hands and a bitch in bed.
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20, 16 for the coals of the spectacle,
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No more give and take.
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Chorus: Guf
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Rewind this tape.
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Where there are clean eyes, it's a pity you can't.
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Revzik, no one showed where the brakes are. |