Som - 222 Bars
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Kuzya ...
I thought you were a normal kid ...
I thought you are a normal person ...
But I made a mistake ...
Did you want a pian ...?
Did you want someone else's PR ...?
What kind of fucking are you climbing here?
Okay bald, are you hooli?
Catch bitch ...
Somm puts Pidar Cancer from Dimka to Bone,
Somm, Panchami breaks, your fucking dice.
Sum, this is a picker style who wants to be like us
Somm, breaks you on T-shirt, better not pussy.
What fuck are you 47? You're a healing walter!
Do you want a fight, what do you come on a fucking selling bayer?
How many years have you mowed under the factor, Kozz selling Skmar,
But the factor also refused, Kozz knocked the guitar.
And came in rap, you started writing to us on Spase,
I wanted to sit on the dick, but I said "Kostyan tears!"
You wrote to us, type of jeans tracks best,
And asked us to check out their own - I did not sleep worse!
Did you ask my ICQ, the number, what? I remembered!
I did not know if the rocker wants from me,
You bone everything asked "how to get to the optics?"
But I thought about myself, "there is no place for Gopnik!"

Think of the current 16, but no,
You do not catch me up, you make nonsense!
Kostya take the guitar, and sing a serine,
Under the windows of Dima - you Nelli Furtado.
We will all together, we will stand for my brother,
I'm better than you, I read pizdato.
Under the voice of Metaliki, Little Reperas
I put you in an angle like old boots.
Close the fucked fools on you!
Ebit each other, because you fuck you!
Want to hide? But I fuck you!
Suck my dick, fuck me on you!
I will put you in place like chess
I do a mate, you pidars Havayite
Kostya your Flea, just ridiculous
But I will say it is hungry, you're in the revpe!

From Koblenza, to Bamberg
Kostya wears Valenki
When it runs to Dimon, smack his little
I thought you were a real person, you believe the Kostik, no?
But you turned out to be a mongrel, shock better rap
What a rap fuck there, your dirty voice, impregnated
You can drive cows on the pasture, you are not a rapper, you are a fag
You scream hatred, but it's not hate, and envy
You envy us a bone, we rose in rap
Yes, the king helped us, he believed in us, made Fitcher with us
I give him a respect, not only me, we are with the boys.
You pussy pussy that Vanya sent fuck me
I talked to him, he says we are friends!
Now you get Kostya as if dick in the Waterman,
What a fuck you are kozz porn, you're just "kuzya feast"!
Are you "mr.47"? What? Who are you treating?
You did not hold the trunk in your hand, wake up a couple you serve!
And remember Kuzya as you threw you my minus
Your entire minus was, in one word - hute!
"Boys do on my minus please track"
I disappeared to lick them, I just gave to understand "no!"
Hool you clung to Dima's dime very hard tooths,
And so that he did not escape, he held his feet with his hands.
What did you achieve yourself? Dimon Propiaril
He needed his boyfriend - he got her boyfriend.
He as the sixth of you put you in the vidos
We have a sixth, pussy denunity, a mafon
He ordered you "Call and deal as you want"
Du Hast Braf Sitz Gemacht, maybe you still jerk?
At night, I'm sorry, I disappeared to fuck you, but you first asked!
You do not have a Kozhos, you just mow under me,
I heard your children's weaving, you read there as me, half
Topot, I will pass throughout your belt
I fuck me, I will stand like a square in Moscow
Hole in the head, you have a round brain
And you look like a small, thened Russian bagel.
Everything.
No, I was illegal, but I finished, already a Kuze on the fuck,
Now Dina got under the press, what?
I rupt you on T-shirt, as if T-shirt on the chest,
You wanted a fire, wanted byte, you hear bald do not joke!
I heard you no longer sleep, Dimon, yes, old age is not joy
Yes, I fucked the boy, well, and you are bald nasty
I wanted everything for male, decide, but you started diss, strain
You can not need us rap