Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
And let the heavenly choir sing Hallelujah to those
The hand washes the hand of the younger for the older.
I look at the sight of the screaming monkeys.
The involuntary banderloki will strangle you on the sides.
They are angry that they are not like them.
They are angry that they are stronger than one leg on the weak.
To caress the ears of a cry of merciless benzepine.
Hardcore ugly dude, dirty desomorphine.
He will stop your flaming engine with a torn pipe.
Without Russia, with love, Russian hardcore.
The road of the district is a black cobra.
You need problems?
Easy, bro.
Let your mother cross you.
What's the deal?
The worm will drink, the bubble will cross.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
Heart killed.
I don't understand what you said there,
potato lag,
Peter.
Why did you sing differently when you got stuck in your ass,
you're just a sapete.
What,
Chukhan got into a car accident,
a fox is singing?
This is hardcore.
The sleeve is on the ass.
* the bullet.
While the bullet is on the ass.
My hardcore will * you up like a prankster.
Hidden skull.
The skull is hacked.
The skull is hacked.
Either our money is bitter,
or the grief is more bitter.
The district is hardcore, the music is hardcore.
We live hardcore.
Hardcore is what we eat here.
Dancing on the bones, *.
Dancing on the bones, *.