Brown Tormentor lyrics

Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing Diarrhoea Private affair W.C. That's all you can see Liquid shit Never eat All this food In my mood Eat just fried potatoes with meat And you'll newer have liquid shit Understand it don't be so fool Diarrhoea isn't so cool Brown death Inside her ass Spoiled day Who will pay? Don't you think somebody is in Toilet's busy that's what I mean And this words on that door "don't push!" So come on defecate in that bush Crouds of people arae walking the street There is no place where you can put your shit Brown tormentor is pressing your ass Shit hits your pants - it is your brown death