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Catch a greeting son, you know that I have been baptifiable ears and as a result

I was fighting themes from experienced men, so we are all essentially ripped

After all, everyone was diverted and thrown overboard, but we are asces on the forests here

Tell of the neurodically passed, we rose for the year, then more

Letting give, the carts are rusting hard, and we are not kids, but where we go there immediately wet nipples flow.

We value Panchi, Pares, Panci means to drain without bedspreads, pour without carpet and balls

To wind on the mustache, it is better to mock the right now, it will almost always be easier to answer

And again the case will throw a bunch of styles, under the bit and howl bitch in soap

There you will find yourself the best or thrown into a moment, the portrait with a face in a puddle will come out, in Ile

Caution Wiger, everything is possible, everything is possible, the brains will be completed in the corner, they will not help "wiki"

You will confuse you in a moment, you have Havanesh as a syllable and since you are not oximiron, it is quite possible not to leave the shock already

And your disc as a long from the musicians, the selected bit and discipline for the taste of talent

I fucked this topic and the same fucks, the microphone I hand out the brave and brave, salute!

Times, two, the sound of I will rock Bitos as a Tiger Ray, we are here for the battle, the first on the ditch Digga Rem

This is not the rate, when the minimum of excitement into the blood, I'm injected, there is a place, show all your anger, shot here

Clearance of truths, where every round is closer to the belt, feel like the taste of victory, what is son

They are afraid when they see the opposite your name, just like that rubbish from the shoulder, without flattery, without a grima, up wings

Time is allocated and it is less and less here, I have not taken into account a couple of nuances of men, you are pizdets

Beat bass, bit fuck, there is only you and an opponent, you decide who will be the first

Sleepy solo, on the microphone is not titled, it is not a business, but also not a hobby old

Black hoppers sang to me at school, and I understood, rhymes and notes are cooler than Rocky legs

You are shocked by the race, MS fly like a key, shakes the bottom of the column, bulldogs tear Bologna

On Funky Dandy, there is a tandem ms, with a label Punk Mutit Fit, count, someone?

Buy Blenk-Blenk, someone clutches Long Motot, charges Bong, another, split comprol

The mouth of the foam and go to orthopedist, Azart Deaded Son, Fartah, Credit, Cooler ...

Cards will be lying, bridges will be reduced, I was hard, I will find strength to smile

Here gathered a serious tus, immediately picks up a brother if I bet

Here so tight kalit gloss in a circle, there is fresh meat, bro, in the foliage I'm not with bugs

And in the field, the experienced fighters rest with girlfriends, often such a pruh

Not Ophits Hi, do not hover in the Bathon, tails handle here and put the ker on Liebbido

And if instead of the head of the parallelepiped, then choose a mourning bike and prepare the body for vykid

There will be no voodoo guys, we will hide in the belly in the belly. Put the elegant chicken in a row

They have only "Ko-Ko-Ko" and "Kryak-Kryak" and Brad in Break

Houmi, Washing from the blood of Ryahu and there will be an order, except for small details, such as style, for advice to Roma

And I rent a tube, drinking coffee with brandy and hello to the neighbors on the right and left, Butla compressed the seleb

I wish everyone worthy to reach the sky, reception ...

Intelligent rasipes gang on battle, too, but if necessary, then unwashed

Lirik on Batle, "Why?", That's what? ", But who is with us with a sword, that dick from us with what

I need to become a current by bowing my head, would not be an old one, nor young

You are or blind, not deaf, so half of dolby, dodgers fashionable, hertes, bots, heart, swing under bit

This flow of words to you from the shoulder to the liver, enemies on the horns on the skull, brother tea with cookies

To pacify the Balagan to anyone, praise the gods, MS is not Saltay-Bolta, rap is not cham-balls

And I am a torment of Ander Marthand, with a bias, in the ass chanson, and someone earn more like a chance

Addict Pavlik listened to the track, fell to the floor, hesitated, I am not Mavashi, but swing Ivasha, Kamon

Ratings, balls, put the judges of the advantages to us, Karl from Clara stole corals and we are black music Yuzali

By a spectative, bits concrete, here they are, here they are, ta-ta-there, Stanley puzzle bombing the bomb traitor

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