11Lunatic - Клоповник
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There's no room for you, you idiot, in our cesspool. (Eh)
In our cesspool, they feed everyone whatever they can get their hands on. (Eh)
We reproduce very quickly right next to your ear (uh)
Your life and your little pussy are characterized by the word "dry" (what?)

Like, no one's getting wet from you
Your mug is like John Pork
Your limit of pleasure is football
If you see me, take Corvalol

Uh, maybe that was too harsh
Perhaps we're in the woods next to a corpse
There's no room in our cesspool
There's no room in our cesspool
We're like on a trolley during rush hour
Bitch, stop it, we're laying eggs
So people can't lick their fingers. (A)
So you ask fewer questions, (A-a-a-ah)
We are bugs, we'll throw away all formalities

Bedbug-infested bitch
Bedbug-infested bitch
I don't remember what you look like, idiot. (eh)
I remember how I crawled into your ear

Bedbug-infested bitch
Bedbug-infested bitch
Me-me-me-me
I don't give a shit whether you're friend or foe
My goal is to eat you
I'm a cannibal in a bedbug-infested place
Dude, remember
How you died alive
How you cried and screamed
How I killed you without mercy

A

There's no room for you in our bedbug-infested place. (Eh)
In our bedbug-infested place, they feed everyone whatever they can get their hands on. (Eh)
We're multiplying very quickly right next to your ear.
(Uh)
Your life and your little pussy are described by the word "dry."

There's no room for you in our little shithole. (Eh)
In our little shithole, they feed everyone whatever they can get their hands on. (Eh)
We're multiplying very quickly right next to your ear. (Uh)
Your life and your little pussy are described by the word "dry."