Миссионер - Много шума из ничего
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In the afternoon, the rapper died in me, and now he is the king of heaven,
But in order to remove the worse, awe, at night will spite you.
Inside your gaps tormented, the mood spoiled you the healing,
If the truth cuts the eyes, everyone who is opposite is blinded.

Full of fear in their eyes, I will send them into trouble with a wave,
Your cubes are only when you threw sugar into tea.
My rhymes are rivet, not the limit, I hear gona everywhere,
But all these tirads, like sd, are full fucked.

Punchlins on the battles - Solonka, in them all the salt, filed to the table,
I squinted your texts, bent into the lamb.
Rap - on the tracks of the chase, and you are drunk behind everywhere,
I am not a registry office, but constantly bred people.

The leader of the guys, from an early age with virgins, unity itself,
Seeing you, ladies cum, suicide life.
Panda will fly to the walking pair of crazy,
There is every racketeer, but they are lowered like their pants.

Anton read out a rap, ended with the collapse of the era,
I exhaled, and you were demolished by the fuck by the wind.
Come on, feel free to act, they say, father, you are all, gangstones, for a long time there,
Rap is your family? Well, yes, the family is not without a freak.

Battle, like a hundred rebellions, and you are buried in this riot,
Therefore, I will tell the mistress: be good to fry.
Your truth - trees, linden one, Muscovites cry here,
About the dead is good, or nothing, so we will remain silent.

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Yes, my rap is slightly inhibited, you threw all the words about it,
While you were looking for answers, I asked everyone questions.
Another whiner here was a sneaking angrily thought
But he will not come out of nothing much noise.

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I did not see a dull of shirts, a fool knew, my text is delirium,
Upon learning of your rap, the ancestor was sad, on the special method, he was anger to the troubles.
Blacksmith rap, you are all in tights, I'm for guys in sneakers,
Fucked everyone there, my desk, like Chukotka, is the end of the world.

I stared at yours.
She frying her in all scenes, as if he had a bathhouse,
Dima from heaven gives sperm, in return a couple of creams, to her,
I will not say, they say she is a whore, but she knows the price for herself.

For you every fifth bruder, you write ballads cool,
On the street they did not recognize the star, which means I will be rich.
What is your nonsense, singer, among ours, you, a fool, rolled,
You read a verse, bitches and even their hands stuck.

Your virgins are in shorts, it's time to anneal with them early in the morning,
But a test came to you, because you fucked a hand seven years old.
Looking for meaning in your tracks, someone there shouted there,
I studied on mistakes - and became a doctor of sciences.

Your whore "Housing", I am a hacking master at night,
I entered it, this penetration is illegal.
Someone demolishes you from Battle, I am the first one,
Not a knock at all, but my nerves are handed over.

Your gyms, slugs, his own secret of life,
You have released so much shit, you have an enema duet.
It remains only to sell, so the business has matured,
But they will throw it in the player when, cancer will whistle on the mountain.

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Yes, my rap is slightly reddened, you threw the words about it,
While you were looking for answers, I asked everyone questions.
Another whiner here was a sneaking angrily thought
But he will not come out of nothing much noise.

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