Uga Vostok - Хотим гарика
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Seventy -eight, autumn,
We want Garik, wigs,
No, we are not Nariki,
I just want Gasha,
Singed erysipelas, in my mouth - dragees,
I cherish the more than a banch - more expensive.
Like yeast, we will grow - later,
Oh my God!
Help those who cannot
And give me a couple of grams of Gasha,
Evening evening - established
Finally smears us
Oh Shit,
In chips broken, fucking,
Pale appearance.
The first jamb was killed, but not exhausted,
Reserve, do it dense nasas,
To the full, pass.
Immerses ecstasy,
This is not the first time
But so right away.
At once, smeared on the floor,
Like after, Sean Paul.
I want Gasha, at least a regiment.
It spread over the ceiling,
Thick smoke.
We are sitting, not sleeping, haping, puffing,
Pykhtakor, beloved Tim.
Favorite Putin, Kretin.
We smoke not nicotine.
Don't be sad,
Let me go, a dense steam locomotive,
Garbage truck, driving us, to the site,
Having squeezed cabbage, it immediately became sad.
I want Gasha, tasty
Yes, fall asleep, in a warm bed.
Dream, bumps, but did not eat.
Have not eaten, everything, hot,
And the blizzard outside the window
Does not give, peace.
A pair of good plots, everything will be covered.
Under a peaceful cover, night
Warm of the poor, Uzbeks,
In this track, without back
The request to give, to us, Gasha.
Let's arrange for you, such a porridge.
I'M Pro Russia.
We open, Parasha,
Filled, shit,
The bottom line is that, every day,
Eat, incomprehensible food,
We smoke and drink
And, fuck, what will happen later,
shit, for the weather, in the house,
We are a lot, drive
In childhood, I dreamed of ponies,
But then, he smokes, dumps,
And all at once, I understood.
I realized that everything
It is better to do, without unnecessary, stench.
Plumber, uncle Lesha,
Hands in acetone,
Husband, aunt prop
She groans loudly
Fuck me, horses or meat
I was with you, enough, affectionate
A couple of Nabbings
I will read it like Baskov
On Grandfather Frost, a mask is dressed,
Snow Maiden, uses grease,
For anal affection,
Green, yellow, red,
My loved ones, paints,
Give Gasha, fagots,
Give Gasha, fagots,
Chiki-chicks,
Give Gasha, fagots.
Seven hundred eight, in meat,
Give Gasha, give us Gasha,
We are not fuckers, on Peugeot, we can also,
When we are smeared
From the boh, or from Gasha,
Gash ours, not bark
And it does not matter to us who is the most necessary here,
Sui dick deeper, hapai, more,
Here is anneal
You want to puff the boons.
Soft from Poland,
You are a sucker
Train, on cats,
Fucking, in the window,
Mirrors, paths,
This is nauseous.
From the foot, on the kidneys,
Pouted to the point
I became a fool, I put a fool, a crustacean,
He became a handle when he put it, a point,
From Garik juicy, it was tightly inserted,
Life is a game,
But the game is not according to the rules
After the second, corrected
Six suckers plunged,
This is right,
The face is not a candle, Polyvo,
Light, dump.
Under Salvia,
To another world, he was sent
Brew, smoked
Fed smoke, lightweight,
Here it is, rhymes,
Bit, wound up
Homogeneous mass,
On the swastika, laying, fucking
We, there is a pussy plastic,
Southeast, not a classic,
We are not striving for power,
We just want Garik
And we, on you, put on you.