МБ Пакет - Наташа Кирова
текст песни

Cellular of medium -sized attractiveness
Waiting in line in front of the cashier
A woman gives her a visa
plastic,
one glass and Vincer
There is still a lot of wines on the shelves
But for now, this is enough
Near Magaz is spinning a small cotton wool
Aunt-Tutenka, buy us cigarettes
Come on, wait, five seconds
Having stood yet, she takes them a pack, surrender to herself
all around the snow is silver
The sun shines so much in the middle of the month
Someone is waiting for the king to hang
And in principle, she is already joyful
The heat comes
Total minus five and without wind
in the mirror
smartphone
Cute
Fool
she would pour tears right now
Under an abstract hip-hop
but in the headphones is quite peppy clatter
Here is her house
And a green bench
one could sit down family
somewhere there in the kitchen
True, the mother will start again in the swearing
What example do you give a younger sister
system
This is not an evil dust with oligarchs
And your gastrointestinal tract
in which she, by the way, is not averse to sex
But this is so, lyrical digression
In general, she sits like a blanket
Comfortable, warm, foam spills
An hour later, the chick decomposed along the boards
Satisfied with the brain
Passers -by -glance look at the pug
Someone pulls my shoulder
Girl, what are you there
I open my eyes and see two garbage
Well, great
Walk, they are trying to raise me
and let's get frozen against these uncles
I also told them some kind of garbage
They creeped me, drag me into a cradle
The old is apparently still soviet UAZ
You will get it, we will prescribe three hundred eighteenth
I was brought to the department
there are the same degrees
Someone has clothes, some
The village in one word
And I am among them, the very juice
We were put in a line
There is some person there
We took the phone, laces,
portfolio, wallet, passport, glasses,
Headphones, well, and all the fucking
Two photos, fingers shot
They packaged on the cameras
there is like female and male
I'm standing with some kind of drunk
Judging by her face about forty
she treats me something in a frenzy
drunk,
and I think everything is shut up you fucking
she is still terrible, fucking zombies
almost without teeth
Well, I seem to have managed to doze off
There the floor is very hard, wooden,
Everything stinks with puffing, vomiting, shit, homeless people, and fumes,
I just lay down in a ball
Borsch at home
And here only drinking water in a bottle from under the phants
Head hurts like a punch trill
Well, at least I got a trash
normal
I was taken to the toilet
The door creaked
Sow, I will drag it out
Then we stand in the toilet in the same toilet along with garbage
he loads me a bit
I was here before the drunk,
theft,
hooliganism,
How many times it turned out here
at night they brought someone else
Milished, unprotected
some homeless shouted that garbage fagots and nits
He was overturned
Pierced Boshka
bum
Pissed bloodied
a horn -like head
Dumb questions are still asked
Typo remember the date of birth of relatives
Father's name, mother's name
He mumbles incoherently
He is fucking even harder
At school, he was probably taught to distinguish a metaphor from synecdokhi
it would be better if these cannibals taught him how to make money
After two nights we were packed in a loaf
a magistrate court, a magistrate, fucking, yeah
A swimming woman is standing in front of me
Natalia Kirova, ninety -seventh years Diluted
You are accused of not living by concepts
All guys are like guys, and you are a smelly footcloth
bitch, get up with cancer
We will fuck you here with the whole courtroom
In the jungle of anal
Waiting for money, Nature
a fine is one and a half thousand, and you have already gone, yes
Well, fuck everything
Until I changed my mind and drove for fifteen days
I was issued a decree for a fine
I shook home
hot shower mastered the clitoris hat
then back to court, still pile of papers
The road to Sberbank
Cashier meets me with an acidic smile
Thanks to Herman Gref that I was not raped and did not kill me