P. Bastard
P. is 43 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Minister J’s Chapel.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Ruskie devushki do it better
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Song Details
Ruskie devushki do it better is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Presto. The music is GOD SMACKING and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 1/2/2011 by P. Bastard. The originality is incredible.
| Fame: |
94 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
2/20/2011 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Drums
Backup Vocals
Special Lyrics
She's white as a snow,
her smile doesn't exist at all,
she doesn't move under me,
sometimes it feels like I'm banging a tree.
Her hands rarely touch my back,
her nails never in while her pelvis makes a crack,
she groans in pain and no pleasure,
while I dig my bone in her velvet treasure.
It's more interesting fuckin the mattress,
at least it keeps its mouth shut without stress,
this one keeps complaining,
as I turn this sex into overtraining.
But when she's in the right mood,
her hips move with groove,
and her mouth shouts in Russian,
like she just had a concussion.
She drains me dry,
just by calling me her guy.
*Destiny's part* Philko zver! Padari mne svayu lyubov!
She drives me crazy when she goes all Russian on my ass,
such beauty, such class,
when we tear the whole house down,
using more love while we frown,
more and more, ah ah ah...
Sosi moi hui sooka!
*Destiny* Sookin syn!
Shloocha!
*Destiny* Svoloch'!
Na kaleni, suka!
*Destiny* Morgaly vikalyu, padla!
Oh yeah baby YEAH!
*Destiny* Oh oh oh! Chyort voz'mi! IT'S HUGE!
[less and less instruments play, lotsa moaning and yelling till fade]