Gang Albanii - Blachary

[Popek]

Fuck the sluts that don't want to fuck
Sometimes I feel sorry for those whores
But there's no sorry in our world
So fuck those sluts rah pah pah
I go outside with my brothers
To get fucking vodka and record video clip
Why the fuck are you looking at me, you whore?
Fuck the sluts in their stupid mouths
I look at your ugly face
And I already know what the fuck you want
Why the fuck are you tender
You won't be my wife anyway
You know it very well
Fuck the sluts in their stupid mouths
And on the morning pay them only for the taxi
Fuck as fast as you can, one, two three
Get away from my eyes this ugly whore
She thinks about a dick for all the day
And pokes her vagina with dirty fingers
I know very well what goes on her mind
Just neatly wash your vagina before the entry
Your soutener waits downstairs in the car
Grab the condoms an go to wok
He came for you in fucking broken alfa
And they will fuck you in this stupid head
It's swarming of whores everywhere
It's a pathology like a motherfucker
You can fuck her without rubber
If you only want it
A bitch will infect you with the HIV
And you will even pay her for it
Life sometimes is strange
Like this whorish business

[Popek Monster]

She is attracted by your money, fucking dick-polisher
A street hose drunk with cocaine
Get her away, fuck those sluts
We respect only our mothers and the real ladies

[Borixon]

Fuck those sluts in their heads and necks
And every hole that it is possible
Everyone has their head cutted
By the slow moving glass in my cart
Fuck those sluts that don't want to talk
And masturbate dicks here all the night
There's not much to talk, you are too weak
The drugs are talking more interesting than you
We're going together this evening
For a party to get fucking drunk so good
I pass next to new sluts
I open the window and start to puke
I've made fucking dirty the doors on the outside
So shut your mouth and don't be sad
Wait until tomorrow or the next week
I'll grab you with Pop and kamasutra will happen
It's a high time we calm our minds
And to fuck you in this stupid head
Stop tihtening up like I don't even know what
We drive and stop next to the shop with my al
I come inside and with no shame
I grab an expensive alcohol
Fuck the sluts that don't want to fuck
Long live the Gang and every liquor store
Do you smell this nice smell of gasoline
When I turn on this new cart with a roar
And the scent of money that flows
By the side pocket of my wallet
I turn 4x4 drive and with fucking wham
It presses us so tight to the chairs
A rain and snow splinters from the wheels
And a ice stalactite from your vagina

[Popek Monster]

She is attracted by your money, fucking dick-polisher
A street hose drunk with cocaine
Get her away, fuck those sluts
We respect only our mothers and the real ladies