Русский садизмЪ - Криминал
текст песни

A wave of crime. Quarter, panorama
From the square of the window in the wounded wounds of Samara
Country of drug addicts in the Enclaves Tsigan,
Kupalah and ditches, govna advertisements
War to the main clans Kartavam Va-Bank
Two Afghan trunks in bloody cellars
The bodies of the Kukann -free cuckolds in the baths
In the balls-pranks of bloody feasts

Prayers and different phases of Easter
Celebrated the dance
Vladyka Syzran
... biker fraternities
In the fired motor skills
Bishop of Caucasus and Tatar Shepherd
All in lapels of masked masks
Basta! Fall to everyone, be afraid!
I am the king of the state of the Samara Russian kingdom
I am for! This means "for" unanimously and immediately

Rusta citizens like a gelding circle me in a circle
In shabashi-parans
Your mother! I am the leader of the power about knives with a dagger
I am a rebellious terrible russian jah
Fatty walruses sprinkle with red blood
In the vein pussy pussy pussy from the heart
So that porridge is bloodthirsty in the gallows of minced meat
From fallen citizens, without a hurry

The holy dew of heaven of the dog scattered across the halls of the palace
With sarcasm meat cutter
The pieces were not weak from the dead man's bush
Putting the half-face
The lever of the shoulder in the chakra imprinted mercilessly to the wash of the cartilage
The comrade washed down
Chavko ooke on his cheeks drank a panel
The fucker is thin

Nirvana two foreheads from the ceiling on robes
In wards without chapters at the corners of Mann, Ladan and Savan
Explosive wave multiple injuries with a butt
Everything is right, on
Pipe to your temples, cloams,
Feces, bells,
Gorlopani fucking,
Archangels promised pockets
Sulfur dial

Dalai Lama Padla got a path
Payment with a shovel of Napalm in fucking
He was in the feces of Allah he cried but hawal
Pressed in fights "Halva, Halva! Sweet!"
Masson's face sucked a syringe of the Cyclone vacuum cleaner
Like a sleepy strawdous elephant
He groans with the eyes of Puntsov
In patterns of scars of a doused sausage

Volyn howled on the lyrics
And the fish emerged from the gloom.
Rembults from the depths pulled it out tore out
And with dust he beat her mohra
In holes-pints, a corpse like a dog
Like a huyuy doll without hands
Chopped off the ax on the scope
On the sidelines the fist rules the ball
The tract "Pomegranate, drank on metallo and tank"

Mom dare us a gram of wine
All deception is not true all the tops
In the names of the teams from the window
I will give you Parabellum Parabellum gave you
2:02 Pierced the bottles 2:02
All herds in Gestapo in places
(I said quickly!)
I am a war. I'm a bathroom without a bottom
I will give you parabellum! Parabellum gave !!!
And crime ... crimeaaal !!!!!

The two barrel orchestor is less than evil
Since the table about three people
Here is a couple of dead.
Calmly...
The city of dead dogs. Breaks, breaks, rinses ...
On stakes, the body is driving in sleep
And the throne is drowning in the blood.
Feast ...

Punishes the barrel of rashes to mumble at rampant
The rank is not the rank of dead in the filling
Doctors of death beg for death for no reason
In the bitch of bream. In the windbrees of the dead
Tsar! I am a king!!!
TSAR!