Буратура, Ебать Ты Дура - Trudnyi Storytelling - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

But I would be sour, but more left so that my acid acidic acid is acidified

There are types against abortion. I fucked their reason and reason my mouth

Ayo, people, I am the same drug and underground cat

Leading lifestyle, just try my muzzle to peck a gloomy fagot

Put the glass back, brother, costs of the appearance of the dandy, fuck, I have crains.

But this is still half the trouble, on the floor rotten to the pussy. Malafil on your stars. Around all the same dogs and my brother is unbearable, not in the sleeve, but in my underpants my trump card, and finally I am pussy simply.

Fresh air, and, fucking, what are you talking about? Prastov’s grace to fuck Praskovya from the Moscow Region, pork with blood, I carry something a garbage, not a birohin in life, put it off sausage.

With the boys we walk through the forest, threw along the wheel and wait for the arrival. And it’s somehow cold to me, a pussy of an iPode, but it was a fucking one, it finally was not, I just rushes, the dolphin yells on the branch and asks to help, but I do not mind.

I climbed up the barrel upstairs, I remembered about Kerher and household appliances, Pasha Technique, Canteinir and all the funny guys, the dolphin continues to yell, we need to fuck and corrode Masha.

The full-fledged snuff-kino is removed and be sure to poke some bastard to the rich.

Alien Versus remembered the traitor and that meat grinder is funny. I will add it to the cinema.

The higher, the rod. Kharya Dolphin looks somehow with surprise, like, fucking you slow, throw smoking greens, dumb fuck.

In short, the face that you need, however, completely forgot that tomorrow is a salary. Fuck, you have to pay for the hut. And here, in my head, grabbing rushed.

And what if you fuck the owner of the apartment, fuck the girlfriend of this bastard, Ira, but, no, the name of her people, and then fuck her, I have my own stray. Get rid of corpses with a large dish.

I imagined himself a king, such as Khuyach Karpaccio, but not from dog dicks, but from the parts of the body, which carries a face on himself, this is shit, in the head one meat, my last name - Stratsov, I smoke a lot and therefore only one road to me.

He presented how one leg is already behind the threshold, and a knife in his hand. The body is trembling, they say this for everyone for the first time, Hardbass and other invigorating shnyaga will not help, even the yaga and the dead crew of the Varangian, oh-Lithuania, Zdarov Tramp will not help.

He gave a digine pussy, the branch covered his pussy and now my snout flies into a pile of shit. No, well, you just imagine me, the fucking, who had grinned the liter of tequila before and warmed himself with disks.

And then the outcome of the brothers, everything was fucking in shit, the truth is in fault, and I will soon let in Vienna. No, I'm talking about the city, I’ll probably eat away from this hell, I will write ballads to all kinds of reptiles and rejoice at positive layers.