Невежа Брежнев - Интервью со смертью 7 раунд
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Take me to yourself I want
I visited the labyrinths nearly blind
From these long trails that are burned by a branch, day and night I write text in the studio
This is your interview with death, but this is just public

I didn’t go a step, the opponents crushed the finger down lowering
There is nothing to penny, modestly taking away all the laurels to the hands
He is not a guest on Battle, he is a nail on the battles
After his victory, rumors go to "hurt"
But it hurts me, I only have the truth
and that in response I will receive by mail at home
But I'm not one of those who sometimes, gives the monsters to sit on the ferry
And the unknown who will throw away luck will say in the eighth
Or closely the eighth, good mood, will be treacherous for you a daring flower
Climb on the one who is under the canopy of all evil and they are true to me I take the throne
Again you will distribute your originality
Look not more turned than how to spend, say "I repent"
After all, for you I have already prepared a white sail
Caligula died you shadow that stayed from you

To TLL Gori, because you said everything
Falls from the heights of the rock of knowledge and he disappeared
Boeing is not a Boeing more warrior not a warrior further is not worth a Save video
And so every time on the repeat and so monitor every day
That you went out of fashion and patted me flattering

Lost somewhere once by you was
Veasure or soul meanness or essence
You unnoticed wind hung wings.
More of your poor bust is destroyed
Danate your knees and capitulate
Your pseudo-type tracies knock down landmarks to everyone
Was obsessed with murders now obsessed in mud
Your entire platoon of monopolists will sleep an ass for an ultrasound
Not a bamkah here is a guy, I'm like you tore for pieces
This is all show -off hey Vasyek coolly cut off all attempts to hear
You are stupefied and did not even pull it out that you got cold
Bam! Get flowing blood burn the firecracker
Enemy you died Accipe Ratum
No matter how much holes are your colors not in joy
You have no time left for your throne for long.
Day and night I wake up that discredit you
The unlucky source is spoiled by the honors no longer here
In the five -year plan there is a crack of creativity and you are weak
Remember me not of those who got out and went out
Behind your brother already 6 roads are 7 thresholds
And my doors are open
Ave Kaligula

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A new day went lumps like a show I am a shadow
It would be necessary to intervene all unanimously
This white crow can not fly
True-to-Walking perception of sleep, you want to extend but it's not about the cache
Sad there are places, the farther up you are the more pawn
I invited her to my place at the table
She took out a microphone, started with the basics
Then the interpretation of the murder with a knife
A bloodied body, my term has come
"Now he is not" a title in social networks
But no one was surprised.
The coal smokes slowly that the planet
But while my skils
Will not be honed to quickly pile
To be a corpse in the body of the ghost correctly
Feel a microphone and parallelized to say
Remained the original and not a copy of the copies
Get into the frame and scrape laurels
The abyss without earned glory
Or slowly but correctly follow the path
There is always a choice but one exit is

I but and became cold, it will be like not to me
In a A, I need a lot, but in the word I will devote you to all