Мс Князь feat Святой Дух - Футбольное фиаско
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1 verse:
Che Kadonsev thought that then I was joking in the hall? Hinging like that, you fucked me and not only me. Therefore, listen to the clay fucking and absorb like a sponge, for you it is already familiar. Fuck all Letts go!
Today the conversation will come about a sex machine
After our Fita, he will leave the world
The fucker dummy is very strong every day
Well, we must be glad, at least something stable
Dima bought jishoki, but not brains
Lord Jesus, decisively die
After all, you are stinking garbage from you
Here she is my power lazy
You communicate in the class only with Sid and Mark
Your mother is still that disse
Your brother is still that harassed
Your language polishes the toilet
Che bitch thought everything would go aho
Yes fucking everything will be fucked frankly
I slept with a wipe at school here is a ram
Nobody needs you as a disabled person veteran
I went to the CFS in the hope of a miracle
Of course, the bastard passed in the beginning
To communicate with the 8th grade here is your ceiling
But even there you are like a seat heel
I went to the Sudik became a rooster
But in 3 years you have remained the same log
Get a compass to look north
I repeat once again your outcome is deplorable
Smoke cigarettes and sink out
And yes study Isotopes already in physics
They put your friend on the grandmother, so what?
Soon it will be the same with you shit
Who will show you respect
When such an environment is around you
In the literature lesson, he is very timid
You will crap again as then in the box
Dim Throw Football Sustain
Otherwise I really think that you are gay
Change your hairstyle soon
Find the fucking new friends
Being already angry
And of course stop carrying crap
Your last day is coming
You go down another step
I get a belt instead
Your ass for me is a target
Do you hear this shot? I got in the leg
Another shot, you have time to pray to God
The shot 3 flies into the rib
Shot 4 breaks the nimble
Shot 5 control in the body
Shot 6 go to another matter

2 verse:
There is no brain in you, bro is a hawnee
There is only harm from you, there is no benefit in you
Dima cool, well, what kind of nonsense
Too many troubles, you are my lunch
Fucked mom and brother too
The folder too, don't be alarmed
Yes, mom, I'm necrophil, but not a rugat me
Yes, mom I am zoofil, Dima take off all of yourself
Touch the groin, feel the moisture there,
Do you want an honest fight, get a sword
You are in football, like glory in the field
Pidor-sulfur room in the chole
Throw a siga, take a book
You are accepted into the fagot league
I'm flying on beats like you
I like Van Damm, the lesson is teaching
You are like an athlete, you fuck
Good football?
A heretic as an abeller, caplicel will burst in you
You are a strange eczamplar, your house is a light yar
Remove your case, servant at the boyars
You are Dimka, fuck a shrekom
Evil troll, I am David backham
I will spend Brrya
I have no Floo, after all, not London Brya
Here is Grime Cash, bitch where my cache
Here Klash of Klans
Bitch where my benz
You are too light, killed by the prince
You are too timid, the word scum
Your fuse is gone, buried you
You fell in childhood, became stupid
So your miserable party fucked up
Take a look at yourself, you are a biomory
You played and drove
You lied a lot, I bend you
The end came, pray a young man
You are too simple, don't squeeze your tail
This trolal is thick, your fucking is like a canvas
No longer try your pork ear
You have already sent the Holy Spirit for you