Herr Rotzbua - DU HURE (Sad Tears Version) x Leihla Leionni

I'll take a hatchet and put it in your flesh.

I house di whore, if I miss, no moan, that you're a whore.

And I'll say "house di whore" too many times you'll say " whore".

I can tell whore how many times I like it because you steal a whore.

Your mother Is a whore, your voter Is a male whore.

Your brother Is a whore and your son Is a whore.

If you were a whore a son with me, no it was a whore and a son.

Selforgen put your son on better terms, you whore.

'Cause I don't make whores and sons with no whores.

Do you understand, whore?

You're a slut, fair the other word for whore.

Now he's with another guy and I'm a whore and Son.

My son, the son of a whore.

With another man, the son of a bitch.

Yes, miss a time to go to the bathroom, whereas it is irish.

To be a whore, to get up in the frieh to put on makeup.

To collect someone's money, someone who needs to be sent to you.

And feel like a whore and feel satisfied.

And to feel charitable and content, you whore.

Look, I know how it is, who is thieving no de women's rights maid do in South Tyrol.

You whore, come on, hurry up, Ziggane, tu de tre.

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