Саша Скул - Пасха мёртвых
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For us, for the world
For drumandbass, for boutique
BlackWars bare breasts
Take them in your hands quickly
Arm yourself quickly.
For chrome, for topaz.
Cleanup in Uganda
Let's feed the Caucasus
Let's free
From the Nazis.
Put on your glasses
And stop jerking off.
Stop flirting
Edik Lemonov at the microphone
And those who find it all funny
They need more corpses
I love it
And you're making fun of it all
Saliva flowed
goiter twitched
Blood flows from the arteries
Sweating forehead
And calls out the beast in you
Howl at the release of news on Sunday
Stayed in the hallway
Got on all fours
But the dumplings boiled
At your factory
More and less
And instead of a hangover.
Among the crowds of underground inhabitants
I'll cheer you up.
Shredding the carcass on the ground
Amateur corpse eaters
Let's talk about Giger
Reflections of bombs in a predatory gaze.
And there are pests on the wool.
You can move on with your life
They said on the radio
Claws scratch the ground
And the fangs lengthened
You smell death.
Fogs and mosses
And you go west
Eat human flesh
Something is fashionable, but something is eternal
And you treat for personal
Fucking orc
Here you can bargain for shelter and respawns
Not bagels in bulk
So sit with your mouth shut
in the comfort zone
Dad will sort everything out and hand out a piece of cake
And live in a new world.
Vanya Urgant will not go on air
Fuck in the mouth this is grief
The Hunchback in the Land of the Moomintrolls
Do you have a job?Place me

We are writing history
Only with the new jokitsavs
Imperial column
We'll trample all your tchotchkes
We'll fuck you for Instagram
Half the country - oh
Bring back DHM
For cough syrups