Something pop scum came out immeasurably
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I'm with my homies on haze, Asia gets high in the smoke
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My yesterday's passion on the couch
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Sits and fires some "Factory" on the screen
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I told her: “Bitch, where is my tea?
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Where is the bloody steak and a bit of kuzmich?”
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After a little grumbling, she set off for the kitchen.
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The stove fucks brains - the gas constantly goes out there
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Someday everything will fucking collapse here, like me from the couch
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Stoned to the ass and also drunk
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In search of work, I, like a dog, drive cross-country,
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And as a result of the fuss, son, judge - fuck your nose
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Job Search Seven Hot Numbers
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I went through on the phone like a cipher
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In the padik we press, as before, "Heineken"
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Because in the bar the guards are in a panic from us
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Tea in a glass holder, a plan on a newspaper
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I'm going to cut down nishtyaks from a neighbor
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Whores sing about love forever, ate baldness
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Any homosexual scratches from the screen for his snot
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They are being kicked by a slender bitch in a bathrobe, but we are not rolling
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That's enough, I remember yesterday's party
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What is the result? |
Lavrukha past, zasyly nits galimyh
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You, like crazy, fuss about the rise, looking for kalyms
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I won't be nice to this bitch, I can drink cognac
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Everything is stress-free, we rest, with the work of the pitchfork
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For me, smoke and degree, just like a muse
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I score a fence, Kapets left for nishtyaks
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According to our program, yesterday's alignment - take off your bathrobe
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Hold, bitch, bare-back dish, where's my salad
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I am a doctor, I am treating you, you feel surges of fear
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I know the vaccine for greyhound faggots, fuck
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Your bazaars are sure to fail
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Kill yourself, fool, otherwise you will cry about the days you lived
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It's cool for me to see people's smiles, I'm not a villain,
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But if you want to cheat, I'll fuck your face, creature
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Think seven times with your head before you say bad
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For me with your filthy fuck, you fucking sucker
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With a plan of failure, we decided to get drunk with the lads
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I try to control myself when drunk,
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But then something like this happened:
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A drunken bull was hit with a fist in the ear
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He apologized, admitted that he was wrong
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And he disappeared into the darkness, holding back his impudent temper
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Events are in the past, we rest smoothly,
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But here, boy, an overlay happens
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Two funnels with a whistle of tires were drawn side by side
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That fag got out with a whole musor squad
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No time to waste, we broke off the rest
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Clenched fist sent this bitch out of breath
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Battle, a series of deaf blows
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We met the dawn already on the bunk
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On the other side of the cage, the nit bares its teeth,
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And we are just knocked down from pain and a hangover
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Terpila turned out to be a trash can
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Because he is a greyhound, we caught the term -
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Fifteen days; |
guys no joke
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I answer, that bastard will pay us
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Time passed, moved away, wounds healed
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The first thing is revenge, these are the plans
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Grazed for a week, on the eighth day
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In the entrance we long to see his shadow
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In the second on the eyebrows, he strives for the house
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They tried so hard that they turned it into a hematoma
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What, no colleagues? |
and there will be no sense from ksiva
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Breaking off, splinters stepped on the teeth
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Painful groans accompanied the steps,
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And our faces were hidden by masks and hoods |