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Вас на войны посылали, под татар-монголов клали,
Как пахомушек тузили, в клетках чучелом возили,
Колотушкой привечали. Вы же - жалобно мычали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Вас гнобили, унижали, петушили, обижали.
Вы как пидоры визжали, ни на что не возражали
И от ебли не кончали. Только сфинктеры крепчали.
Жили-были да молчали.
Прометеев убивали, Чингисханов уважали
И для ихних мясорубок новых дитяток рожали.
Для зарубок на приклады, для прожорливой пищали!
Жили были и молчали…
Людоедам присягали, верой-правдою служили,
А они на вас, босоту, шляпы красные ложили:
Бамы строить нагоняли, да смиренью обучали,
А вы жили и молчали…
Светлой жизни менестрели пуза грели в Куршавеле,
Вы же спины жгли на стройках, млели, блеяли, терпели,
Тлели, куклились, дичали, по гробам своим скучали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Вас имели как хотели, вы безропотно кряхтели,
Страх и боль в груди копили, грусть-печаль в вине топили.
Стали сном, бесплотным духом, липким салом на мочале…
Жили-были да молчали…
Бури вас в песок стирали, за любой косяк карали.
То болезни напирали, то Мавроди обирали.
Соли пуд и фунты лиха вместо пайки получали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Но придет лихое время, косы шмякнут по пырею,
Птицы-фениксы зареют над поёбанной Помпеей,
И тогда вы все поймете, что по чубчики в помете,
Новой жизни не займете, нюней судей не проймете!
Заорете и умрете!
Как пахомушек тузили, в клетках чучелом возили,
Колотушкой привечали. Вы же - жалобно мычали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Вас гнобили, унижали, петушили, обижали.
Вы как пидоры визжали, ни на что не возражали
И от ебли не кончали. Только сфинктеры крепчали.
Жили-были да молчали.
Прометеев убивали, Чингисханов уважали
И для ихних мясорубок новых дитяток рожали.
Для зарубок на приклады, для прожорливой пищали!
Жили были и молчали…
Людоедам присягали, верой-правдою служили,
А они на вас, босоту, шляпы красные ложили:
Бамы строить нагоняли, да смиренью обучали,
А вы жили и молчали…
Светлой жизни менестрели пуза грели в Куршавеле,
Вы же спины жгли на стройках, млели, блеяли, терпели,
Тлели, куклились, дичали, по гробам своим скучали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Вас имели как хотели, вы безропотно кряхтели,
Страх и боль в груди копили, грусть-печаль в вине топили.
Стали сном, бесплотным духом, липким салом на мочале…
Жили-были да молчали…
Бури вас в песок стирали, за любой косяк карали.
То болезни напирали, то Мавроди обирали.
Соли пуд и фунты лиха вместо пайки получали,
Жили-были да молчали…
Но придет лихое время, косы шмякнут по пырею,
Птицы-фениксы зареют над поёбанной Помпеей,
И тогда вы все поймете, что по чубчики в помете,
Новой жизни не займете, нюней судей не проймете!
Заорете и умрете!
They sent you to the wars, they laid under the Tatar Mongols,
Like a plowing aunt, they drove into a scarecrow in a scarecrow,
They greeted the block. You - mumbled plaintively,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
You were oppressed, humiliated, roosted, offended.
You screech like fagots, did not mind anything
And they didn’t finish from fucking. Only the sphincters were stronger.
Once upon a time, they were silent.
Prometes were killed, Genghiskhanov was respected
And for their meat grinder, new cups gave birth.
For a pile to butt, for a voracious squeak!
They lived and were silent ...
The cannibals were swore, they served faithfully,
And they on you, barefoot, the red hats laid down:
The bums were raised to build, but they trained with humility,
And you lived and were silent ...
Bright life of Menstrels of belly warmed in Curses,
You burned your backs at the construction sites, turned away, bleated, suffered,
Smoldered, bathed, dicked, missed their tombs,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
You were as they wanted, you are meekly grunted,
Fear and pain in the chest were saved, sadness-tying in wine drowned.
Became a dream, a barren spirit, a sticky lard in Mochal ...
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
The storms were erased in the sand, they punished for any jamb.
Either the diseases pushed, then Mavrodi was robbed.
Pood salts and pounds of dashing received instead of soldering,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
But a dashing time will come, the braids will sniff along the dust,
Physics and poultry birds are cut over a hare pomp.
And then you will all understand that the chubchiks are in the litter,
You won’t take a new life, you won’t take the judges!
Close and die!
Like a plowing aunt, they drove into a scarecrow in a scarecrow,
They greeted the block. You - mumbled plaintively,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
You were oppressed, humiliated, roosted, offended.
You screech like fagots, did not mind anything
And they didn’t finish from fucking. Only the sphincters were stronger.
Once upon a time, they were silent.
Prometes were killed, Genghiskhanov was respected
And for their meat grinder, new cups gave birth.
For a pile to butt, for a voracious squeak!
They lived and were silent ...
The cannibals were swore, they served faithfully,
And they on you, barefoot, the red hats laid down:
The bums were raised to build, but they trained with humility,
And you lived and were silent ...
Bright life of Menstrels of belly warmed in Curses,
You burned your backs at the construction sites, turned away, bleated, suffered,
Smoldered, bathed, dicked, missed their tombs,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
You were as they wanted, you are meekly grunted,
Fear and pain in the chest were saved, sadness-tying in wine drowned.
Became a dream, a barren spirit, a sticky lard in Mochal ...
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
The storms were erased in the sand, they punished for any jamb.
Either the diseases pushed, then Mavrodi was robbed.
Pood salts and pounds of dashing received instead of soldering,
Once upon a time there were and were silent ...
But a dashing time will come, the braids will sniff along the dust,
Physics and poultry birds are cut over a hare pomp.
And then you will all understand that the chubchiks are in the litter,
You won’t take a new life, you won’t take the judges!
Close and die!
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