- 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. |