First, I'll fuck Lekha dumbbells in the ear
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Putting aside the baker
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Baker may be needed later
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At the end of the fun
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To screw up Lech already for sure
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Let go of Lech all his cheap sins
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Give this bitch nuts
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You ask Lech for what, Lech is your own
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And I will answer you
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What the fuck, my Lech
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Open your eyes, brother
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Lyokha is the same to us as pus
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When he is pus in the body, he also seems to be his own
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Yes, not quite
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Get into the subject from the second blow
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Drips thickly from a dumbbell
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Finished on the Lyubertsy carpet with Lyokha
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Next, what's next Yegor
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Egor is half a minute of work
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Knees and elbows
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And fucked up, didn't help Yegorka
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Love for lard chunks
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Then the convulsions of the red-haired Edik
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In a cramped hallway
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The howl of the Darkness, the pungent stench of his insides
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In the boils of his face
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You say damn Temka
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Out of business, fuck him
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And I won't answer you
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I won't answer you
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Behind the Darkness to the forefathers
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Follow Danila
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I will finish the fag in the foot
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bone crunching is cute
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Behind Danila are twins, their surname flew out
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Well, those silent people are blondes, they are all blue from tattoos
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The twins lived symmetrically
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Born, died together like poop stuck together
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In short, pizdauskas to this pioneer detachment
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They will regret that a minute before they themselves did not drink poison
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The apartment is quiet
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Only the sound of blood flowing
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Overnight the blood soaks into the carpets
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And on Petrovka in the morning the operas will move their eyebrows
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You say that I'm fucked
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In the end, I got bored and fucked up
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What nonsense to extinguish their
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Fucking chaos
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That sometimes it's worth turning on your head
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Turn off the paranoia and be like cool
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And that in the seventh year people agree
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And they don’t cut out the village right away
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You convinced me, I turn on my head
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And I break her nose for you
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How did you fuck up with your correctness
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nerd cocksucker
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I see things differently
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boring asshole
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I don't turn off my paranoia
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I don't let go
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I think that this is my cool
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You understand
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In the seventh year I act like this
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How pleased I am |