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This battle rap, this music of the gods, this music of fighters here does not need extra words. Throw your Pops to wash it faster in the toilet, this music is more powerful than jazz himself.

All of you secret will listen to this music and record on flash drives or discs.

Right like pussies go to plastic surgeons to correct their boobs curves.

This music lives in the hearts in which darkness and rage.

Only pity calls for other people, that's what I have for you.

For those people to whom only paradise life dreams.

For those who, half of life on the stranger beds lie.

I am from those people who do not whisper, I love you my girlfriend on the ear.

I am from those people who squeezes their teeth and not crying under the pillow.

I forgot that I was good and for my best, now I was just indifferent.

My soul is circled with white chalk, your ears are under my sight, like Mulbble Tweaks.

You are the corpses, I easily destroy your steriates and goals.

My hencensea is superior as steel chains.

I fuck Magan Fox on the tower of the White Palace.

I have thinking of the Fight Creator, half that there is from me, it is from the Father.

Look at my eyes of a stupid, I do not achieve sadness from me.

I'm a killer of snotty songs, maniac killer.

You say I'm inactive and man sat down.

Ebani bitches, I like Hulk aggressive.

For the night you leaf up instructive books.

I automatically read rhymatically chips.

You are just a pawn for me, I fucked your hasty ridicule.

I will always be bad for you, you are the society of Uubkov, fired only for the mall.

Look at yourself, you are just copies of magazines.

I have for those people who are the original.

You are not much worth, and I real, I am original.

You can not even pussy, this text and style is simply unrealistic.

Your sister to like more with me than with you vaginal sex.