Мясная точка - Влад
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ahh I fucked your wife in the kitchen
While you were thumping after a quarrel in a pub with friends
War of flaws, Bayanov prison,
The cook leads his herd of rams

And we will sit down in the odnushka.
On soft pillows, on the dispute, I bustle your fingers
In the dumplings little friend of a friend
I gained mass now to dry

And you look at the sky, see what a beauty
You think to live a slave in a robe all your life
Op Musara is easy
Lovers to sink a prostate without petroleum jelly

And everything seems to be simple and cute
Just teenagers more and more morons
Without a drop of kindness,
a drop of visits to reduce your bolts

Until the mother was burned, and did not pay
The hospital is close, Rasia is crippled
And forever in the language is spinning a dry chew
After the road, the night

There is an inscription on the T -shirt
Run as obsessed with hell.
On Sakhalin, a hiccup
Vlad eats.

Floods sperm streams,
Heroine Gerda.
In line for white
He is the first.

Cook the buns, and
then the fucker is nervous.
Diviz is filled with milk,
She drinks tequila San Raise.

Vladik licked her labia,
He sang about green eyes like a gubin.
Nasvay sipped, I hake
In the holoby, life ruined.

Khokhlushka drove the check in one gulp,
I fucked with three,
in the distance cries in the pillow,
Tea and gunpowder in a mug.

Our NARK breast,
honors Allah and Perun,
Inhala and Glory to the family,
They touched Vlados with a regiment.

He has after the needles
Co -ups are bent,
It would be better not to live without a button accordion.
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Overdovision is waiting for us
How Karenina is waiting for a steam locomotive.
Vlados pierces his nose with gunpowder,
Sleeps a little beauty, reaches
Alain Enhard cooks endlessly,
Alternally longing for you.