Беломорс - Бог шлагбаума
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Born in 1970, in the city of Vyatka
Dad Besopovyaz, mother milkmaid
On the collective farm is a clan
On Saturdays, a bed
Then the dance floor
It was not sweet, not bright
The diesel fuel constantly ended.
Fucked!
Every day of the local fucked up to school
I chewed potatoes, chopped firewood,
He did not drink Pepsi-Cola
Later hooked on haloperidol,
Scored on the Komsomol, became frostbitten, angry
Parents fucked for days on the collective farm
ADOVO - acetone, dichlophos, kerosene, dinaturat on cement truck came to his fathers.
In anabiosis
Hell began
Frown by faces in manure
After the eighth Potayag, in the city of Cherepovets
He studied at a snoose, like a dad, a shnyaga fucked up
By blue, he entered into contact with Zinka, a crawler from the station near the house, fucking
Father brought into the house, his father stood in a pose, his mother - they say that you say, they say that you were fucking a son?
It has a centner weight, sick with tuberculosis
Hinging the princess!
My teeth rotted, her place in the grave!
Furunkuls with a fist!
In short, the ancestors did not pick up Zinka.
FACE!
Fucked!
FACE!
Fucked.
Fak.
At the end of the eight -personality he joined the army.
They shook three days in Makhachkala.
Of course, I remembered Zinka, leaning fucked against the glass
Cassette, mirage, gas sector, aria ..
I got a couple of times by fucking
All according to the script. It was fun, thumped.
About the women bazaari ..
Further - the study, the charter, the oath, the hazel -free hazelly hazard made me a man:
In winter, he mined asphalt, tilted a haru, received a medal for courage in a fire,
The rest was gone in a drunken frenzy ..
Dembled in the 90s, under the formidable,
Everything was already serious there.
They offered a superpower, but returned to the collective farm
They thumped for a month, Zinki was refused by the kidneys
Everyone has alcoholic psychosis, bloody diarrhea.
Conceived the eldest daughter ..
And the union gradually covered with dick,
It became clear - fucked up!
The cattle died, there was no sowing,
I got a job on the foc
They paid little, mainly, the same feces,
He left with a scandal.
In the end, in short, the picture is this:
No work, Zinki give birth,
I am thumping
Such a situation.
And then his brother dried up his fathers:
Botirate brought - Vivat!
Further in the fog, I remember individual fragments: the gypsies sing, I got into someone,
Someone's eyes in the closet, ran into
Again a fight, trying to fuck in the slander
Stranger snouts
Tsoi on a poster, bitches Nate!
Brains on a shovel!
I'm running, cops reduce the distance, climb the embankment familiar station
I act on the machine:
I jump on the go to the commodity, I begin to sleep.
The level of substance falls in the blood.
I open my eyes, morning.
Yaroslavsky station. Moscow.
Fucked!
So I ended up in the capital
I got a job
I'm standing in the hospital
Black Robe, Mittens
I open the barrier to important birds ..
There are a million of us!
From Niva to Tunguska
We are guards!
The salt of the Russian land!
We stand around the clock on objects
In schools, at gas stations, in shopping centers ..
Are you saying we are fuckers?
And here is the SEST!
We are guard!
Slop the mouth and do not have to fuck!
Then I decide who to let go!
You say I look like Down?
Shit - you!
And I am the god of the barrier!
God of the barrier!