Илья Мэддисон - С 8 марта - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is nothing worse in the world than the stink of not washed, rotten women, that days and nights on the planet are erased by their thick shit ass. I despise them all and a tooth at each sharpener, and even kill them at night, then I jerk off my fucking shop. In this way, I congratulated our ladies on March 8. What a pity that God has reduced their brain, giving it all the peasants. Well, or something like that :)