| - Look at the type that goes
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| - Hey, you, this is Vasenka.
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| - Who?
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| - Vasenka, Vasenka, in general, fierce, more dangerous than Vasya, in general, there is no one.
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| - Yes, tie it up, damn it, in general, some kind.
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| - Don't look at him, it's just an appearance that he's the devil, Vasya, in general, dangerous
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| You see, he waves branches, you see, he is generally tough, he is half the district in fear
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| keeps
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| - Yeah.
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| — Eh, Vasya, fuck fast.
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| Vasya was born, Vasya grew up, and Vasya did not die, according to the horoscope, he is obsessed with the sum,
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| Weak, or rather not powerful, so as not to offend, in his youth, Vasya began to hate everyone.
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| Time passed, aggression grew in progression, Vasya hates everyone, Vasya fanatically
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| infuriates
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| To show someone unbearable, they beat here and there, it’s unrealistic only at Vasya’s computer
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| cool
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| He hates sportsmen, for him they are stupid, hates antifa and guests of the capital,
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| Mom's guests, neighbors on the right, Uncle Vitya, janitors, station guards
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| hates.
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| Where to put the potential and so much powerful anger? |
| To distribute to everyone,
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| Yes, only Vasya is skinny,
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| Hates old people, borns, degenerates, walks around the area, dries the towel.
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| He hates patriots, dreams of living in America, writes the word: “x * d” with a balloon on
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| curb,
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| He considers himself a hooligan and is clearly signed in public, "boys in general are guys",
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| on sportswear clothes.
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| Serious, he will take the bull by the nostrils, starts "before", ends "after"
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| He works around the hair dryer, does not work anywhere, terrifies behind the screen in DotA.
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| Chorus:
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| Vasenka, some kind of incomprehensible pretzel, Vasenka, so, so, everything is calm.
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| Vasya carries a knife, the devil sits on his shoulder, Vasenka, wow wow wow, take it easy.
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| Vasenka, some kind of incomprehensible pretzel, Vasenka, so, so, everything is calm.
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| Vasya carries a knife, the devil sits on his shoulder, Vasenka, wow wow wow, take it easy.
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| And don't argue with Vasenka, he's afraid of himself, Vasya has already started, Vasya doesn't
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| will stop
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| And as usual, he eats hot water in the entrance, does not like garbage,
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| but tried to join the police.
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| He hates fascists, he hates bastards viciously, in his own eyes the figure of Vasya
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| incomparable,
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| Veterans enrage Vasya, I don’t agree to give in to them, my father’s work on Vasya,
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| no matter how sorry it was in vain.
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| Everything would be fine, but you just need to rake out the nerves, walks, bulls,
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| points his finger at the South area,
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| Fearing incidents, Vasya's mother asks: "Son, siege the horses, otherwise someone will
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| will ask."
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| I will unwind everyone, I always have a piece of iron with me, I'm like a free wind, mom,
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| I am a living hanger
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| He walked, shouted, waved his little hands along the street, and one fine day,
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| Vasya pissed.
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| Chorus:
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| Vasenka, some kind of incomprehensible pretzel, Vasenka, so, so, everything is calm.
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| Vasya carries a knife, the devil sits on his shoulder, Vasenka, wow wow wow, take it easy.
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| Vasenka, some kind of incomprehensible pretzel, Vasenka, so, so, everything is calm.
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| Vasya carries a knife, the devil sits on his shoulder, Vasenka, wow wow wow, take it easy. |