МБ Пакет - Процесс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I stabbed my first pussy in seventy-eight, I gouged both holes, and smeared myself with her underwear. She was about nine - at seventeen she would have already been blowing me, like no fucking way to do it, But the little girl screamed when I pulled off her dress. I say, “Come on, that’s enough! In five years, someone will still give you a ride between your legs.” She screamed louder. The blunt gap goes into failure. I knocked her down, began to choke her, and had an orgasm. Thank you, nine-year-old protoplasm. There was a piece left of it - he threw it into the river. The next evening I was already sitting at home, listening to the news from my wife that the future slut had been raped by a scumbag. To be honest, I felt uneasy. I took a liter of beer and lit a Belomor. He sat and snorted. I thought I should stretch my dick again. I called one washcloth: “Hello, whore. Meet me at Robespierro.” I arrive at the right time, and this girl is already screwed. They stood there, made some noise, and I took her to the mud hut. On the way, she asked what I thought about the surrounding slop. I replied: “In my opinion, let all these living people go to hell! Personally, for a long time now I’ve been communicating only with dead poets, writers, philosophers and musicians. And with chicks like you, of course. Life, of course, is shit , but you know, I still want it to be tender." Okay, come on already! We cut-cut-cut-cut-cut, And the less often, the faster we finish. Madam, goodbye. Ciao. I pressed on my larynx. Fuck, cunt, don't cough! She looks at me with eyes the color of a faded flannel shirt. I cut out both balls and ate them with cucumbers. Here - contemplate my inner world. This sheep will no longer pick up a bolt, will not go to whores in Tambov. In general, most women also need to put a tampon in their mouth. “Wait a minute, defendant! Let’s go without philosophy. Better tell us what happened next.” Oh, you still ask! But you already know the truth - you have testimony, protocols. Everything is written down there - that I, such and such, brutally stabbed to death fifty citizens, raping and leaving marks on each one. And for me, this is supposed to be everyday, like shopping for an upright pan. "You killed our children!" - the old woman with the Soviet iron dick in her ass squealed. Fuck no, no children of yours! There are just people, and they are all shit. Some are harder, some are less. My opinion? Here it is - man is no better than an animal. Spit, kick, cut him! If there was a benefit, then people would be bred even worse than cattle. And by about the 2050s, you would have built the perfect farm. Believe me, believe me. "Well, fine. We'll take your words to heart." The young trash takes the old man by the collar, the spectators stand up, and the judge leaves to pronounce his sentence. Cut off the head, cut off the tongue, gouge out the eyes - for all those fucked, torn to pieces, silenced. Our civilized sentence is a shot in the back of the head