Взрыв кабачка в коляске с поносом - Локализаци анальной трещены через смерть
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Feeling no pain
It's like you're burning in a crematorium
Ugly brain-sucking drug dealer
With crooked teeth of power, he drills into your brain

Chancres pop up around your anus
One and a half liter jars filled with pus
Anal infection crushes your body
Addressing you to a path called "Botulism"

On the way to the toilet, your intestines fall out
Sitting on the toilet, you vomit into your pants
With toilet paper you scoop out excrement
And I sit on the couch and earn interest

From the tangerine I sold you
Your ass is bursting, because it's not rubber
Crimson feces and vomit
Pour out of you like a hippopotamus

You're a finished junkie
Your best friend is a toilet tank
How did you bring yourself to this?
That you can't even hold in shit for long

You're as happy as a baby for another dose
You took everything out of the house and sold it to a pawn shop
Your wife left you and your grown children moved out
You're left alone and dreaming of the next world

You started dressing like a country bumpkin
You're worried about an anal fissure
You've run out of your last savings
You're being buried by your excrement.