Текст песни Федул Жадный - Курицы

A week did not eat anything ,
Dried up, exhausted , ass .
Previously, I was a bag - belly
As if there is still someone lives .
But flew forty-pound weights
At the door of the local cooking ,
Here !

salmonellosis ,
It's a shame to tears ,
I would hang himself ,
Where is my yard ?
I have diarrhea!
I lie and the heart with a knife
Street Sounds .
Damn , smoked chicken carcass .

You go on the road ,
You look into the distance,
Do you want to eat some kind of creature :
Live , dead - no difference ,
From head to the most ass .