Кровосток – Бакланы - текст Бакланы жрут коробками...

Bloodstream - Cormorants - text
Cormorants eat plan boxes, wu tang clan, trash
Ny him in spam, last year's snow he fucked everyone
But it’s not about, I’ll tell you later
I stand behind the garages in Alaska, pressed against the wall
But a strip of sharp steel warms in your pocket
In short, they began to approach me
Well I hear you
Anabolic Pink Broiler
Like us fucking addicts and alcoholics
Give a turnaround to people like you
Fuck you chin beauty
The tormentor is creaking
Rushes like trying to remove
But a killer hit
Like a besque boxing in two oblique hammered
And the nose bridge is transferred to the brain,
He wheezes and champs
Do not smell Colombian coke
Powdered by sugar
And another stray stray
The second which is smaller
Bite fixed
Delivered baby from gold fix
Eats soft muda
And the clay goat rides on clay
The one among them was for Tyson
Like a fucked mix, the story comes down
It became more spacious
Bone to bone
Well, the last Vasyun’s hand to fittings
And I’m well, you fucked by nature a fool
Think pumpkin more clearly
He took out a knife, poked pizdyugan
I blew dope, horses fell
Let the stink go, who wheezes, who groans
It was not their day
Once in my life, such a fucker happens
Clear character to taste
Not sugar, fuck your nerves not in your cunt
But who promised to be
Buddhist monk and coma
So the clans of the brigade
Families, Huts, Sonderkommandy
Boys, gorillas, stoppers
Pepsi from Uganda
Beavers, kindly
Do not scold your fur
I knew you all