Текст песни Вуди Вуд - Пиздабол

verse and chorus Woody Wood:

You called a genius, but thoroughbred genes.
A little out of the mainstream, your skill took farewell.
All those innocent people who overturned,
Do not count on your fingers, do not count at all.

Your tongue hanging expertly put,
You pizdabol from God, poor man.
Train your legs. We'll have to take them often
Your answer to all the "I's not involved"

On puzzles and spare you here will understand.
Run! Bitch Run!. But choose the route.
Look both traps on every corner.
What did you become pale
Just went out.

Do not worry. The answer for the words.
And you will live as if nothing had happened.
With a broken fucked, lowered reptile like carrion ... Bitch ...

Chorus:
Himself not sick? for such a past?
You warned you thought in naroshku everything.
That donkey .suka do not hold a grudge.
Although I fuck catch in the head size