Миссионер - Дьявольский ветер
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Dima conveys hello to your | widows |. There will be everyone here on | parts are broken |.
The missionary on Battle is not a master | Floo |, but at least | Master of the word |.

I'm on | face | to you | pierced | you have | written | on the forehead |,
Take off out of | Yunts eyes |, I am a shoe - all | you shoe |.
I'm only with porn | Actresses Kabluk |, because everyone fuck | will go |!
Your whore in mind I will introduce to her |, keep | in view |.

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I am a devilish | Wind |, | Damn Buran | and | storm of Satan |.
You hide | there is nowhere |, | firmly removing |, we mean the rest |.
I am text | killer |, so | words | sheets | hammer at night |,
Do not | fight back |, I | tore | you | in parts, to shreds |.

**

[1]

You wash your head | I wanted to | I fucking | slashed |,
On the battles you are in the dirty | veil |, I'll take it off | blue |.
So far for you | Curve |, your madam and | rude |,
My member, like herpes | It happens | often has it on | lips |.

Pipes are burning | to the ground |, you did not want to break |
And you drank your | talent |, with difficulty on a check | enough |.
I am as if | Bezrukiy |, here the finger is not | hit |,
But I heard | knocks |, the guys have a heart in | pair |.

On Battle only a squeak | Baby |, yes scare all | gods |,
Your lady is like | Barbie |, I am from her barbecue | Svarganya |.
Without | gloomy | It breaks, you are her | new mechanic |,
She is as if in | village | wake up | again with roosters |.

Fuck, I began to read better, but you did not notice |
Okay, I'm also beyond my Jewish nose | I don’t see |.
Truth | do not hide |, you pissed, albeit in pants | dry |
You wanted to | softer |? So let the Earth be | Pooh |!

[2]

Posts on Twitter, more than pictures of graduates in | May |,
But as user agreements, no one reads you |.
Jumps on | scene |, rapper | A certain |, not opening really |
Do not throw up | money |, in your | tracks |, they are not | fountain |.

While you are waiting | Premier |, in the game, go through a couple | Tors, chapter |.
Virgo Like | Atelier |, to stroke me and | Freeze called |.
You are so much that you are almost |
You fly, I have no tears, but crying | crocodile |.

Your | lady gets fat |, before, as in the phone photo | weighed |,
She | became larger | as if you switched to the full | version |.
Fights | Reasonably quote |, do not scream, they say battles | I will capture |,
After all, you | Damly apartment |, you often surrender | too much |.

Specialist | Tipo spite |, I fuck you |
Your mouth | instantly stalled |, I started off | my head slowly |.
I am your new neighbor, | This place, know, busy |,
Your death lives | In the neighborhood - the road to Arlington |.

You are snotty | howl | in the tracks about love | ponv |,
Do you want for | Live | Take, but there’s nothing to take, I am dead, | Alas |.
Girls around you | Full | because you came to | Bordel came up |.
But you slept for a long time, | sport |, although | pussy stubbornly |.

You are all | kings | but when I was announced in your pair |,
It was as if you heard the anthem | Russia |, right there is a fucking |
Though you are jerking off, you won’t tell, | We argue, one |
As a missionary chopped off your tower | Bilateral ax |.

[3]

Leave yourself to me, guns and | crankcases |. Call | beast of the moose |,
You are for punctual | Meeting |, no one takes you | tolerates |.
In pair, a fighter without | automatic |, he has | maximum collage from the photo |.
All tore him, he is | Paid |, I took out by | agreement the bots shabash |.

I'm here | I found out | closer to | at night | | for the first time |, your Virgin is the highest | varieties of bomb |,
She is to you | Verna | but | jerking off | immediately | four | - Shiva from | Mortal Combat |.
By the way, she took me with | herself |. She needed a hole in the concentration of |
My cock is like | endoscope |, this bitch swallows it | deeply |.

| The text is wound, dull, badly |. Non -grip | souffliers for animals |,
| I closed the doors in the fourth |? But I am like a cook, I will decorate them | Materials |.
About reposts and | like cries |, check out | everyone asks all around |,
But your rap - | dull punch |, does not end up | nobody at all |.

If the theme is, then you are stupid | trail |, | nothing | After all, not | opened |,
They will remember about you | Always |? Yes! Eternal | Fire |? Watching | Bonfires |!
They crawl to the execution scary, | from the side |. Unprofitable there,