Wypierdalaj - Suka | Текст песни

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Upon the marred creation of existence, I sit at my table and eat my food
A blasphemous wave of gas erupts and I’m reminded of her face (what a dude)
The fucking fries on my fucking plate…they’ve got no ketchup (no they don’t, no they don’t!)
I ponder death by asphyxiation, and I betcha…I betcha…I betcha… (that she’s a)

SUKA! That’s right, a fuckin’ SUKA!
Wypierdalaj Suka, you’ve wronged me again
I’ve got an axe, now meet your end
(possible repeat)

The grease on the bag, it reminds me of blood, the kind I will spill is hers (is hers)
My heart falls heavy, like the axe on her face, the thought is not so absurd (absurd)
When I asked for napkins, I wanted them, for my hands would not be clean
The universe is quiet once more, her voice will never be heard (again, ‘cause she’s a)

Dupa suki, daj mi dupy, ty kurwo! Zjedz mi kutasa, jebana kurwo!
Dupa suki, daj mi dupy, ty kurwo! Zjedz mi kutasa, jebana kurwo!

SUKA! That’s right, a fuckin’ SUKA!
Wypierdalaj Suka, you’ve wronged me again
I’ve got an axe now meet your end

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