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part 1

My world is molenate concrete granules

And how under the eyepiece all quarrels and dramas

people reset the feelings of my sleepy plot

black familiar bunch in the yards again here fauna

people without faces that and this one like a twin

fucked city bed vegetables everywhere

Black across the White border drove

Everyone knows but does not bother who will explain it to me

Children are poisoned in the porches of schools and camps

While the media trunk about the death of Mitch Lacker

Siberbies in TVs already in the role of icons

Someone fucks your daughter while you took roles and stake

go along the street there the wires as if the spider weaved them

While the huckster is caught and released in a circle

chop off them a member as a uranium chronos

But the cockades will wake up and tell us the time to the zone

Dad leaves the church, the media will shake up to lies

But every third family lives in Russia

Future mothers with stomachs are screaming somewhere whore

And Benedict after the resignation of the ring and Lyama

here I must say that I am the last heir

who will remove the rays of propaganda that they are so brazenly blind

But no, I'm one of them in these web

what is mired dependent and household routine

A child that looks at me through the eyes of heaven

the country's last hope that she was so abruptly washed down

The one that exchanged mom and cross for the heel and weight

And mine to protect him so that he does not fit there

part 2

Alex Bayne Corpse dance on his bones

Don't worry Brane here, by the way, here

Lesha Bran is Bane only with Er and Russified YAAA

4 ram I put on the bits and put on you

You are like Levitan if you wrote paintings, but your tramies are already tired

We have our own Harlem Shaik here

Came to the bar, so cognac decided

I'm like Charlie Shin Cox and whores

section and washed off the plaster God why I deprived the char

This bit of an overdose how climbed into the fourth?

In front of you, the killer do not cry a fool, hide the bullets and the departure (and do not care what to wipe it right ..) the nose of which you

My woman starts when I take out my opponents on the battles

Judge Put me 553 I want to smoke in bed again with her

otherwise I will not let go home and I like a desperate dog

Responsibility presses me while I give my head to the door

Believe me I'll take this Battle baby

And on Batla, I am still a preoccupied necrophil in the last round to me Yura and someone leaked

Now fucking in the ears of two new corpses and the first part also beaten

no tolerance but the opponent here is nonsense or glad to carry

Whether the slave of the lowland stupidity is crying again

Alex Bane died on the eve of the spuden brought down in the previous

And you know I have already been fooled on the battle to communicate with dead souls

I am like a spiritologist here Vlad Spiridonov

I will prescribe you to hell and sit there at home on Batla, even do not think of God's hack