Шлем - Пушка
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Whip

Cannon

Volyn
Volyn

Volyn in pants,
A huge barrel between the legs,
If we need something
This is ours, son
You'll throw us a donation
Everything has long been predetermined
When a volyn in pants
Down with doubts, loser

I always carry a rifle with me
Let every bitch know this
Every day, even in the cold, heat
The movement is turbid, hand washes hand

My little brother, like a fool, is evil
Your little brother is really weak
The cultural layer has shit itself
It's not funny anymore, like a comedy club

Your brothers are a stain on the asphalt
I flip through people like slides,
My head spins ideas like a somersault,
Try to do it cool without a byte

Hold my doors, scum
Or I'll shoot, do you believe me? No? Wait, bitch, let's smoke some weed
To all who are against, we'll turn off the lights

We are violators, stop howling or do you want him to grab you, buddy, pain
The look is impressive and destructive,
The irritant is now only zero
Comrade Colt will help us divide the profits of the locals
Tell us, moron, how we should live and not get a couple of bullets later

A bagpipe in the pants

A huge barrel between the legs
If we need something
This is ours, son
You'll throw us a donation
Everything has long been predetermined
When a bagpipe in the pants
Down with doubts, loser

A huge one in the pant leg
A pistol right down to the knee
Concisely without talking
It will solve any topic
Unconditionally and instantly: quarrels, scandals, disputes, dilemmas
A gun solves all my problems and therefore we are inseparable

Ptyu-ptyu, the sound of an iron whip
Separating the wheat from the chaff
With each bullet your rating decreases
Raises my level

Knock-knock, close the doors of the crypt
Sniff-sniff, the smell of sulfur in the sky
Tyau-tyau, a pistol shot
Turned your faith to ashes

Click-clack, I believe in it blindly
It's always a lottery for you/us
Pif-paf hit right in the turnip
Tick-tock, time ticked

The barrel always leads to adventure guide
Passion, pleasure and lethal force
I'll save you from torment, guy
And in general, run away, like a mongrel for a ZIL

A bagpipe in your pants
A huge barrel between your legs
And if we need something
Then it's ours, son
You'll throw us a donation
Everything has long been predetermined
When a bagpipe in your pants
Down with doubts, sucker

A bagpipe in your pants
A huge trunk between your legs
And if we need something
Then it's ours, son
You'll throw us a donation
Everything has long been predetermined
When a bagpipe in your pants
Down with doubts, sucker