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It will be hot today, with your feet in the club,

I will arrange a holiday for them, after taking off their fur coats

Scratches on the neck, rudely bite my lips,

how many of them were, it doesn't bother us

My bitches scream, only from sweet sweet pain vultures circle over us, smell of blood, smell of blood,

A couple of hundred meters above the ground,

There is an entire city under us, I will send them home

Run the millet, let me know that I am proud,

I’ll sit in a black murus, do not stand like a monument

There are no more words, I catch the moment again,

I plant her nearby

There are no my feelings, feel it through Alina,

They burn in the fire, charged under the bit, I jump through the field of mines, amphetamine. nitrogen in my veins I must be the first in a lawyer, I started early, then I will be the first. We will see