Текст песни Jew Jitsu - Воздушный змей

jew jitsu [jew jitsu]:

smooth movement of the left hand
I do norovlivomu urke hook,
I'm in the middle of the hall, the hall of longing,
at the head of the table eat cod liver oil.
around my warriors, warriors of light,
but in our space meta consumers
We took all the first positions
and the head of the table of voters.
but all can be attributed to the crisis,
no gunpowder fox Alice
It has very much in our consciousness,
cause pain, are not looking for sympathy.
and what you, the Goyim are dirty,
in fact doomed and accidents,
Masonry representative can help?
I'm a professional, and you lovers. [X2]

purulent:

Sergiev Sergunya, call here this wafer,
and the restaurant car yesterday zabafili.
on my stockings with polka dots and a fur coat,
production - China, the material - scrawl
out of the window "oki" someone shows his hairy asshole.
I prefer the morning bleeding from the nose and biscuits cereal,
a malignant tumor in the half of the skull.
a reproduction of the fresco "The Last Supper"
only from the chewed gum and spruce resin.
and who allowed you to come here with a small?
Anton drove boots on the platform,
they are under the curve of his ankle decorated.
and someone spoke negatively about me at Emo Forum
and what I found their teeth into cat food,
and every city is full of abnormal,
their gangrene I fly mainly by shit.

Mishin komplit [jew jitsu]:

Your eyebrows have grown together - life is good,
I was a little kosher and little barbel.
pus flowing down her cheeks, is a long time,
it is a beautiful color, not really stinks.
Rosenbaum kneads the clay - a serious approach,
met Zina, sailing boat,
all laugh, people pass,
Fuck behind the gate and a bit in his mouth.
is no longer working, the income concerned,
system lies Babylon eats the brain,
my holey socks solve the problem:
therein sewn diagram of the system falls.
it put the Incas, Mayans yuzali,
and how to live with these socks, I do not know.
sell "NASA" and save the people?
their love mole,
even idolizes.

mlkn:

on the space station "Mir" I was rummaging in the trash,
frantically trying to come to terms with a drill, gnobyaschim subcortex,
under the windows of dead dogs on leashes are attempting to harness,
painting a scalpel jammed stars dusty lowlands.
shots hit the gaps in the foliage honey blind,
ripe lady weaving odes carousels cellular death,
you'd better believe spring babble deathly ash
otherwise they will cook in a cauldron full of hot mulled wine.
War took place in passing, your brain is too short,
if you try to make it out of the kite.
down pillows smolder under a mountain of cut guillotine goals
richly seasoned with cries prophecies full of Moses.
Drill deeper need not avoid the desperate cries of women,
in swimming pool eye, squinting from bright electricity,
you never had, the beginning of the Earth's path - miscarriage,
in a tent tearful whispers rustling mole fiction.

Evan:

concreted windows and the entrance-door,
I'm not afraid of yadreny bombs - at least two.
bread smeared with engine oil - I'm a real Haslam,
my grandmother labor and will not tolerate rudeness.
at the end there is no light, and darkness will end very soon,
so we want to have to get out of the apartment,
our entire quartet will conquer the world.
Father, give us the strength and the forehead on the eyelids,
but a Jew is not called a "good person", like it or not,
goy us not get along,
then purulent master of jiu-jitsu, and mlkn cat with Pace ...
Jews ...

Music: balut;
Note: purulent.