lirik lagu head mehed õppind riistad - tripperii
haapsalu linna müüri taga
seitse litsi lasti maha
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
kõik nad seati pikuti
ja kärmelt surnuks nikuti
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
vana vitt ja viisteist karva
sõitsid türa seljas narva
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
türa trampis trepist üles
puts oli karvupidi süles
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
viskas vitu vanni likku
et saaks jälle värsket nikku
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
läbi hommikuse udu
paistab litsi maja rõdu
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
rõdul reas on pudelid
justkui munni mudelid
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
rakvеre linna leivapoes
pеrsenuss on jälle moes
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
vanad türad olid kokad
katlas keesid putsi mokad
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
vitud jooksid mööda katust
pidasid seal munni matust
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
asi muutub imelikuks
tundub justkui keegi nikuks
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
juba üle poole tunni
tunnen perses võõrast munni
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
triperii~triperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
kaarnad lendasid niikaua
kuni leidsid litsi haua
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
litsi haual polnud risti
ainult kuivand türa püsti
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
türa peal oli selge kiri
siin on vooland selka veri
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
kaarna munn oli nutust nõger
puhkab puts mu parim sõber
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
english
behind the walls of city haapsalu
seven b~tches were shot to death
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
they were all put laying down
and very quickly f~cked to death
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
old c~nt and fifteen hairs
rode a d~ck to narva
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
d~ck stomped up the stairs
b00b was entangled in its hairs
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
threw a c~nt in the bath
to get fresh f~ck again
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
through the morning fog
a b~tch’s house’s balcony is visible
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
a line of bottles on the balcony
just like models of d~cks
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
in the breadstore of rakvere
~n~l s~x is in fashion again
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
old d~cks were chefs
b00bs’ mouths boiled in the kettle
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
c~nts ran across the roof
held a funeral of a d~ck there
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
this is getting weird
seems like someone is f~cking
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
already over a half an hour
i feel a unfamiliar d~ck in my ass
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
triperii~triperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
sheaths flied until
they found the grave of a b~tch
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
there was no cross on her grave
only a dried c~ck standing
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
on the c~ck was clear text:
“here’s has flown the blood of selka”
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
sheath’s d~ck was devastated
my bestfriend b00b is resting
hai~ja~hai~ja~ja
hai~ja~di~ral~lal~laa
hai~tripe~ripe~rii
hai~tripe~ripe~hei~hei
tripperii~tripperii~tripe~ruudi~ral~lal~laa
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu tony boy - vieni alle serate
- lirik lagu kamuran akkor - bu şehri terk edeceğim
- lirik lagu bex and phil martie - this is a sunny day (live and loud)
- lirik lagu slaves of the feeling - butterfly effect
- lirik lagu j church - vampire girl prefers me alive
- lirik lagu jeiku the one - ikaw lang
- lirik lagu twiztid - fed up
- lirik lagu cal in red - kitchen
- lirik lagu violet undertones - dr34m/tr4nce
- lirik lagu gusttavo lima - quando a chuva passar