The Jobnik Song
The Jobnik Song
In a month of training,
I howled all day.
I had a boss.
That I was forced to love,
And if I refuse,
Then she will attack with force,
And you will insult my honor.
We are zeros,
Which were not soldiers at all,
But a cover-up,
And a mechanism of camouflage
Under the control of a stinking pussy,
that attacks the warrior,
And the terrorist is nice.
Attacking warriors, not giving respect,
It is always a goal,
And if the country is going to collapse
Under the burden of Arabs,
Against the warrior
He is the culprit,
And he failed to meet the task.
We are the rotten backwater of the country,
Parasitic nape,
An ungrateful back,
A greedy back,
And easy work.
The Jobnik Song
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