эхопрокуренныхсараев - контркультура - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The crocodile passes on hello to Vienna, from Spice Fleet in the foam. I’m walking along the faith of Islam with a knife, he was sharpened about yours. I am kind in the eyes of the right, I am the admin of your death. Like a Chechen regiment. Do not scream, otherwise my child is not a conceived child on your lips. Jewish ashes, scored by a hyitler, he is my brother, this is a fucking chernukha, children love Spice, more than mom and dad, outside the windows of the crows of Christ, throw pieces of flesh. You will not show me with all your disabilities, for I am blessed by the name of Allah, blessed by the meat processing plant of the cannibal lecturer. Call me, an inspector of death. I recruit you to hell, this is your adult kind of kindergarten. Fucking khach, don't you understand in Russian? It can explain to you in Kalashnikov’s language. The dissolution in the antimatter of fear was mixed with the color of the rat. You became bald from Spice. Counteoculture, you will not impose me with all your cancer. Your fragmented chick is here, and I smear it with cancer. Now she is a rally like Pearl Harbor, like your life, like a chains of cameoism, an worthless asshole. Your mom is a whore gives birth to dead dogs. In her eyes, a tumor from the third cancer. She works in my basement in two shifts! And I am Zig's grandfather for victory, and I am looking for a needle to Vienna! Hello to their railway boys. Remember that the path to heart lies through a sharp knife. It's time to sleep. Tomorrow to school. Zig Hale is third grade.