Бруталити - Мысли Метиды
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Brutal3ngine Production

1 verse:

Sleep, again the light, .. you-in-expectation,
Background again nonsense .. by default,
I don't know what is more likely calling it-
yes her mother is her, fucking you
Still, it may be enough
maybe-Bez-Tyby-Tam-Krasche-Bole will not be where the type is in a hut,
After all, it is not a matter of anesha. Understand the bitch
accept boredom as is the flour call a friend,
Fuck, all this is about the same thing,
how to understand to forgive, because there is a demand, the same
on a lie in the glass will impose an embargo sir,
Like the cheese itself on the trap is a fucking hypocrite,
Where tin cannot be taken out by covering a layer of truth
Paints shots sketches are frantic
interpret the letters on the letters,
Interpret like a hosh here I wrote as I could ...

2 verse:

Cognized in comparison spoiled,
He compared his face here with passers -by,
time years, will set up instructions for you,
Around the trees, the pillar would not have become allegedly-
Look at the same attendation yourself,
For all your thoughts, be sour and tender,
Be soft and adjacent to the chain floor,
Fucked the whore Shpakula and so good,
Remember the face of the sheet will not doubt
The grifle with an effort will not break,
briskly "Pali-Lature" pockets of the foreigner,
soberly nearby in the gloom, the train of conscience is lying,
finger on the finger, blow to the blow,
grinds life, as it were, a silent fire,
Sand is a barrier with clogged boards,
Ears of a drain tank without a filter smoke cosmas ...