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The boys are their salam
I am killed at night in the trash
With brother in half
Today it is not a fountain
And again I open the hop crane
And you fuck the stop -
And leave the carriage of the ram
I won't sell your goodron
I'm like polite, but boor
You didn’t attack
Napalm boils inside me
And not the same as you broke
The intensity rises
Traumat to you in the ear canal
And the informal crap
I read you the ninth shaft
Hip-hop my faithful buckfall
I drive into a carnival on it
I put on a lot of people
Remember all the finals
The pier is already visible
And I ruin you hot
Pieces of rap from a barsky shoulder
When I read everyone is silent
And only the girls are spinning
The cops on the telly crack
That the capture begins
Thus curse
You will be put in the poster
And the lawyer will not help
Better like Babarkin
Hands in the machine
My text is my compromising evidence
Again I rotate Kolovrat
I broadcast again for the guys
Who do not sleep at night
The rhymes have long been cursed
And I enlighten the kittens
They dedicated them to the rap squad
It’s to blame for all the mults
I chose such a way
And this is my treasure in life
Changed many teams
But never performed teams
And did not run away from the canades
Therefore, carats grow inside
Shower rod like ararat
Big brother is falling behind everyone
Scented from a wheelbarrow
We are catching a motorcycle
Hope to find the drug
But I'm in pursuit of a graduate student
And you are in uniform divant
To be a man is not your format
The state apparatus has long been rotten
And I hit the laying
That evil-imperia sunset
Decay will stretch on a dohuya
The West does not smile
That we have such a situation here
I give you the truth for rent
Then he will eat like an exhibit
Preschool textbooks
My decadence will shine
And finally the stiminess hour
And chronociation in the reserve
My watch is my eye -almaz
Our area is like Alcatraz
After all, scumbag among us
I push deeper gas to Polas
Your person went to the hazel again
And will not place you an order
Now in a party you have collapse
If you are a normus for you
Lenya from here fagot
My compass fucked a lot
While climbing Parnas
Almost pulled his eyes
But the good of the rapper saved me
And gives me a new chance
Live a little more among you
My line is a decree for you
My country is already
Ready to hack my nasas
You have metastasis in rhymes
And I have lives retelling
I am leaving again to refuse
And I continue my podcast
And again on the chest of longing
Death awaits me like Tesaka
But at the same time, the goal is great
The fate of the artist is not easy
Already foresaw the muzzle
right at the temple
But I know for sure
That after I am with a grin
I will look high
In the meantime, you from the hammer
I sell thoughts from the attic
Let's get out of the leash
Each vita is short
Hold the here is my hand
And I will not hit the run
After all I love you, Neva River
And hail along its shores
In my heart forever
Although I know the way out
I also move to nowhere
The cities are heating up for me
And the wires remain
Hunger awaits us
And the ridge is repeated
This feature is a series
Then hesit the victory
Then fuck trouble
The adventures of the Vrungel
And on the throne are fat aphids
Already played into the king
All rats fuck from the ship
Now the skipper is here by the helm
I walked here on the road from crystal
Through the parade near the walls of the Kremlin
Having made itself from scratch
I move under the fields
All bridges behind him are bedrooms
Fuckers are round earth
Luck is a vile snake
But not melting at her
I cross all the edges
Let the idyll flow
Only the family will not turn away
How the guild will fall apart
A new chapter will begin
Heat is the heart
Cold is the head
My panchi, like a macer
Already crawling upstairs rumor
That people beat in bells
Nihuya's life is not a baklava
And I don't need praise
I dig a pit for myself
Moving to your screen
I spend you through fog
Catamaran goes to the bottom
On which we are brothers right now
To each pussy caftan
And the quiver is sewn to the back
But the Earth is teeming with worms
Remember mom
In the infirmary in the Topchan
They will highlight your shop in the hall
On the Nuremberg Tribunal
The honor of Russia was lined
I wash it with pastoral
Pulling it into the Grail
Well