Мс Князь feat Святой Дух - Футбольное фиаско - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Che Kadonsev thought that then I was joking in the hall? Hinging like that, you fucked me and not only me. Therefore, listen to the clay fucking and absorb like a sponge, for you it is already familiar. Fuck all Letts go!

Today the conversation will come about a sex machine

After our Fita, he will leave the world

The fucker dummy is very strong every day

Well, we must be glad, at least something stable

Dima bought jishoki, but not brains

Lord Jesus, decisively die

After all, you are stinking garbage from you

Here she is my power lazy

You communicate in the class only with Sid and Mark

Your mother is still that disse

Your brother is still that harassed

Your language polishes the toilet

Che bitch thought everything would go aho

Yes fucking everything will be fucked frankly

I slept with a wipe at school here is a ram

Nobody needs you as a disabled person veteran

I went to the CFS in the hope of a miracle

Of course, the bastard passed in the beginning

To communicate with the 8th grade here is your ceiling

But even there you are like a seat heel

I went to the Sudik became a rooster

But in 3 years you have remained the same log

Get a compass to look north

I repeat once again your outcome is deplorable

Smoke cigarettes and sink out

And yes study Isotopes already in physics

They put your friend on the grandmother, so what?

Soon it will be the same with you shit

Who will show you respect

When such an environment is around you

In the literature lesson, he is very timid

You will crap again as then in the box

Dim Throw Football Sustain

Otherwise I really think that you are gay

Change your hairstyle soon

Find the fucking new friends

Being already angry

And of course stop carrying crap

Your last day is coming

You go down another step

I get a belt instead

Your ass for me is a target

Do you hear this shot? I got in the leg

Another shot, you have time to pray to God

The shot 3 flies into the rib

Shot 4 breaks the nimble

Shot 5 control in the body

Shot 6 go to another matter

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There is no brain in you, bro is a hawnee

There is only harm from you, there is no benefit in you

Dima cool, well, what kind of nonsense

Too many troubles, you are my lunch

Fucked mom and brother too

The folder too, don't be alarmed

Yes, mom, I'm necrophil, but not a rugat me

Yes, mom I am zoofil, Dima take off all of yourself

Touch the groin, feel the moisture there,

Do you want an honest fight, get a sword

You are in football, like glory in the field

Pidor-sulfur room in the chole

Throw a siga, take a book

You are accepted into the fagot league

I'm flying on beats like you

I like Van Damm, the lesson is teaching

You are like an athlete, you fuck

Good football?

A heretic as an abeller, caplicel will burst in you

You are a strange eczamplar, your house is a light yar

Remove your case, servant at the boyars

You are Dimka, fuck a shrekom

Evil troll, I am David backham

I will spend Brrya

I have no Floo, after all, not London Brya

Here is Grime Cash, bitch where my cache

Here Klash of Klans

Bitch where my benz

You are too light, killed by the prince

You are too timid, the word scum

Your fuse is gone, buried you

You fell in childhood, became stupid

So your miserable party fucked up

Take a look at yourself, you are a biomory

You played and drove

You lied a lot, I bend you

The end came, pray a young man

You are too simple, don't squeeze your tail

This trolal is thick, your fucking is like a canvas

No longer try your pork ear

You have already sent the Holy Spirit for you