I ll always be against it

Fucking stunted skunks give me back my YouTube!
I found my ancient cd player, of course.
How did I not throw that thing away?
Oh, I got all the ninja tunes.
from 20 years ago.
How did I not throw it all away?
These soft squeaks will open your cobbled-together brain.
if I revitalize my old music with my hearing,
Believe me, you'll all regret daring to forbid anything.
You forbid it? You dare to forbid?

You've never even heard of trance music.
Propaganda and agitation?
A board of your own sent the sheep to the slaughter?
You wanted coins? Lots of them?
You'll get it.
You have no idea the height of my rage.
Egor and I will tear you apart, believe me.
Oh, I haven't heard that in so long.
It's about time, I guess.
I'll just get my old CDs.
Where the hell are they all?

Bring back the YouTube skunk ass chicks!
In the name of your leader.
you proclaim your stunted will?
Skanky chicks of both sexes,
Give me back the YouTube, pimple face,
Did you just get paid? Nothing personal?
I'll charge you more, you child of sad years.
Where are you coming from to run this place?
No, thank you.

Grandpa, these assholes have appropriated my Moscow!
Insiders, idiots, it should be liberated, not seized!
Grandpa, gather the guys, you've defended once, we need to do it again.
I know they're dead, there's no one else.
The enemy has been in town for a long time, not at the gates.

Grandpa, I can almost play guitar, please.
And get that guy who lifted you up the tree at Stalin's funeral.
There wouldn't be any of us if he hadn't saved that boy. Yeah, you. Help me, Grandpa.
Moscow, you remember that word, don't you?
Oh, you were just kids in funny hats, I know.
These newcomers turned off my YouTube.
Your will is needed again.

Oh, they just don't know the power of music in the human ear.
It's magic that will knock them off their feet.
It's just ambient music.
You haven't heard that kind of pops, have you?

Well, it's just ninja tunes.
; Humble experiments
That will send you to the netherworld.
And you won't find your way back.
You're already there. Here. Welcome.
We will tear you apart.
"like a frosty, hearty laugh on a Russian field of experimentation.
..The geography of meanness, the spelling of hate"? Oh, yeah.
 
These CDs, how did I not throw them away?
Oh, maybe I'll start collecting vinyl for safekeeping.
I threw out the cassettes. What a shame. Who knew?
Grandpa, please.
Why do I see you as a teenage boy with a cap and baggy pants?
Never mind, help me.

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