Рем Дигга - За меня
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Everyone will be bazaar
Moose more and more often glue the image of a quino
You can’t jump from evil to crocodile tears
But sex and bat are compatible, I saw such a thing, as it were

But the eyes touched the floor of the shit
He does not want to write meat anymore, they say, khan
All sryry, but it means Ram Soy feeds you
Ram writes silently, someone fingering loudly in his pants

I am a daring man, sorry
I completely forgot to ask you, I have to be friends with, and also
I forgot to ask who I should read with
And most of my Demes are not a couple of your own (yes it is clear)

Rumors go on my feet
I'm not a star, well, you all need a fucking
Good to nourish me, then throw a stone
I am who I am. Who are you, chill ladder?

The viewer with letters was with a huetlet grew up
Wucks you in a bathhouse with dust, Braza sings like a vitas
We don’t have a page address and there is no pussy there
This is a center moment, a miserable fucking jack

Who are you, chill lad
Digga doesn’t do that and why are you teaching me here, dog?
If someone is cooler, he is handsome is not a question
The master is all laurels, yes Shipy, Glory and Babos

Bazaar, all languages ​​cannot be tied with a knot
The type indicates what at the time to take on a walk.
But the devils are hidden, we can’t break through the moose to those bandits
Although I'm sure someone will definitely sit there on the bit

They are not afraid of a wolf, but they are afraid of Kunak
Do we have a brother to fight with them? No, Bayan all, don't delve into
Knights in ambushes, in the trenches, the anuses tremble
We are going past you again, rejoice, loshars

When a lion steps forward
Hyena rustle is heard behind the backs

Someone will answer, someone will answer
Will be responsible for the bazaar

Someone will answer, someone will answer
Will be responsible for the bazaar

Everyone will be bazaar
For the most part, Pisaki are often anonymous
In a whisper and in the back, and who just does not blame
Trembling from plastelin gyrus Forshmak Golim

If allegedly, they heard something somewhere
And what facts are hands stained
Intentional slander from the mouse, the walls pricked up the ears
Someone breathing in the back of my head (who is it ???) I'm afraid to strangle it, bitch

And someone sharpens his teeth, someone soaped skis
And someone asks the ruble they will sell below, they also
A large ass, to whom they lick a taller
This is where I see, with a broom -on -a -broken personality from their fuckers

If it overtakes it, I will write excellent poems to him on the obituary
And no shame, no conscience, brothers
And if they take the fire, then who will be carried?

We must follow the tower and those who believed me
Not to disgrace the elders, it was not, at least
I did not keep track of everything, but for his sides in the answer
If someone pushed into the back, let only the wind