МАКС МЕХАНИК - Мой Бред
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For a minute the jamb is smoking
The knitting needles are broken on the bike
I bought pizza
The lower back hurts
You need to explain
Mummies fuck knights
Basically
With their rotten faces
Big ambitions
And cocks
I can not sleep
Than to kill yourself so as not to find yourself in the hospital
To crash from the roof
On white leaves
The newspaper is exquisite
It is necessary to wash
I am thumping for a week, I would not sleep
Sit in the bald shit
With mugs
They rule the capitals
The president is afraid
To be unclear
Like the track unrelated
Kill the Communists
A note is on the door
In a sausage plate
Fucking has long been
I write frantically
When let's go
The newspaper is light, I'm tactless without slippers, on the jacket a patch of coffee as a planet
Why wait for a blowjob
From the chick from the other world
When you are even smarter, even cutlets.
In the pocket of the cigarettes, there are no butteros simply, steam locomotives, lean dumps, pissed bum,
sailors under an overdose, the dose is simply indirect, get drunk, the answers are questions, came out of
Comatosa, you are in the ass of a splinter, the sixty -year pose.
I am persecuting an additional additional, fucking.
Two weeks cough, all boys are our
Unshaven Masha
You even
I did not expect to hear notations from me like a dad
Parasha nation
Porridge in the walkie -talkie
I'm sitting on a push
Rap Ebash
Virgin. The water is fresh, I don’t listen to the local, I don’t eat sushi, where is the cross? Experiment
Investigative, how much grams weighs? Enrages. Very useful sober.
The basis, especially high, your skeleton and pine. My pistol is your dick
Two -centimeter, stuff is dick, type of funeral.
Enough strikes, a gram of forty, dozens of stops, nothing simple, this is not new.
They took out Shmali, took it, steel, pushed, pussy Dali. Fear Stalin, Valenok,
Correctly you fucked up. The food was old, the organs sold, do not worry, who knows. Max Technician reads your dick
fall off. You don't like it, don't fuck, righteous. North, on the glacier, fucking out of the way,
According to the eggs of Lowe Kick. There is no finger at the sucker, Spice is bad, an ointment for an ass, a hare is not a hunt. AT
The push of vomit, the quota of traffic is exceeded, the work is above the roof, quietly.
Capital of the subsistence level, captain - Jew has a minimum of mind.
Two two eight, be afraid, sides without dots, prison without sharpening, road without bumps, drunks
Without kidneys, not fingering, he doesn’t want to blow a milestone, the cat does not mutter, the goat does not cream, we fuck
At night, the mouth is sealed with a cattle, by the way.
From a turntable in cabbage soup, look for work, borscht is prepared by your wife, do not scream
If the crest is - then the lard, if I went - right, I throw a camp, a raid.
This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit
This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit
This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit
This is my nonsense, my set of words, my rap, there is a rhyme, it makes no sense, the track shit