Сидоджи Дубоshit и Грязный Рамирес - Джин Grey
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[Dirty Ramirez]: I set fire to the cities while you lived on comments, captain. Until you flew, let it be so! Follow the bazaar, Agoran. The cap is closing contact with a long corridor. Far, as a result, on the horse, it was not easy for a year, tons of nerves and con. We go to your shore, our efficiency is high Open The Dor! Cutting off my feet, I wipe the asseton ass! Who are you so that so fiercely digging in your pockets? Those who did not fall on the ball on the shoulder of the Primadonna - the Monk Ishak. I read out in the toilet, the neighbors turned on the shazam! Enough for the eyes of what people wrote under our slaughter sound, people go out into the astral. I will prepare for the zone - a departure about Versus. Your whore did not return home when refugees arrived in the city. You have to bring down the bit, you left the house to cringe in the wind wanted to fill your fucking and poured on YouTube? But you did not know - in a free swim fucked solidly. Son, your speaker is already rolled there, I see how your bitch for Toshnya sits on the ass exactly a stake. After all, I am full of strength, even the most uterine crazy, and you are stubborn in Sith, persistence, you will take on a stubborn style when the storage of Sid. Is there something wrong? We must crush it. The names of this Figaro - this is not enough epithets. Fuck the affairs of the anti -killers, the death of them fuck did you jerk off on the Avengers? And fuck you were born a fag? You, a fucker, magically threw a deflection into the grave in order to sing in a muzzle - the muzzle is broken. It’s better not to stand in the way, I will excite it very much. Your wife wanted the children and you woke them up. [Sidoji Duboshit]: Like a suitable kapron drowning the bottom of the catacombs, as if in Skype, on invisible fears, but Rubicon Peretop is a black corridor - Mount Sirker, move Kawasaki, clerk Ostapa dense food, Bivis Bathyters, you shaggy! Ahead of the glasses of the psaki, yak, since the swamp mole, the guilty is proud, fucks the IR port and does not allow them to write, it was Gary of caricatures, it was the Taurus that poured Vitya into hell, apparently threw these paddocks of hut, a whole tavern, cephalapags - he fucked your mother , And under the guise of catapults, supposedly mosquito, while sleeping - this is a demo yes plaid, niga Green Green Peace or cheap with a hammer, or chalk at the board, in the pack, a box of jellyfish for chips, squirrels, nipples, hanged rubbish, day - flash on the piano Gambit hides his ace, because I have too sharp a crutch, the drums on the ready, in the lobe, the adamant cartridge is hit, take the brasset to the beat, knock out a chain, minigan fucked everyone before, before I reincarnated, I will be able to serve everything all Simple, sparsely sits the catapults of underground castes, a fool incognito - nonsense of Kornilov, harmful Martin and Man, neuroapgrad under the endorphin rabbi raid, coriff, but I am reinformed by Faid and Freemanov, Hop, Vera, where is who? I could scourge the perferoric under the Reich Efratov at the depths of the permanent bottom, and probably then, on the surface of the horde of malicious Dopplebic Ephraiters. Cyborgs-rappers, gingerbreads of river, idols, elected in braces, past rhymes, algorithms, not rhythm, but Bitmakers relics, you, you, you, you fucking like a banter, shout, the enemy of the prostate: Skero! I took off the scalp from the nipple of my sisters, my boss once wiped the space, the hydra torn a nail, micro threw the spice into the bonfire, you broke up, the Thais raised, you confessed to sins with your father. But how?! It was Gene Gray, no! It was Gene Gray, Slash! It was Gene Gray, no! It was Gene Gray, Slash! It was Gene Gray, no! It was Gene Gray, Slash! It was Gene Gray, no! It was Gene Gray, Slash! It was Gene Gray, no! It was Gene Gray, Slash! Slash! Slash! It was Gene Gray, Slash! Slash! Slash! It was Gene Gray, Slash! Slash! Slash! It was Gene Gray, Slash!