AllTheSame - Имя мне господь гнев - 3 часть
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Your panchs fly away from me with an evil whistle,
like climbing on the sand, you don't know why to catch on,
Your jokes about the appearance have already passed the baldness, damn it,
You are a flawed limited, take my appearance for my appearance,

Your message to the front lobe boys, you can see the truth cheap,
I block you like a mobile clavature ...
It's no secret that you write your crap here for stupid ones,
preoccupied with the appearance of others, in the crotch itself only two lips,

For the bazaar, the rotten in your ass will be tightly driven,
just show the view from your windows or the view of the windows,
Show your face to all those whom you fucked morally,
And from these guys they will fly into your windows Molotov cocktails,

I thought not far from thoughts, like head lice and fleas,
But you are not far from the parashi, like rats, mice and flies,
with you paired in pairs, because I don't know what to do,
It’s uncomfortable for me that you grabbed me with my lips by the eggs.

Know that even in the most clear system ... there are punctures,
the minority appreciates you, and even if the bark,
in shackles of vanahs ... Canadian prisoner is chained,
My name is the Lord Anger, but we will soon be familiar,

Hearing your voices here dancing the hall,
To say that I am angry, it means just nothing to say,
I return to your forehead for all you cleaned up
International Boomerang from Samara to Vancouver,

To 2

In your hands, shit, question - did you take it out of yourself?
Paul of Russia is not Clerasil, but they want to polish the snout,
You are like Player, play, but in fact you flew out dumb
I thought Player - this is a player, in fact Player - this is a player,

I will pass, but he himself does not know what to do after,
Blank - Favorite, because Favorite is a gondon from the nineties,
I wanted a long track, then the sketches of the catch, Latent,
Your disclosures are flat as the body of Elvira T,

You are banned by punchy, tell us what you changed your nonsense for,
As a broken compressor, you can’t create pressure,
I am a textbook, but the teachings of the Russian did not help you, after all,
You think that the textbook is a document created in a notebook,

You do not read, but mutter stupidly under your ear,
Your speech, like Gene with a tonic, is an incomprehensible dormatuha,
While his shkololo-fanata is safe for me in the comments,
I will smash the form as plankton empty forms on the office.

K3

Why are you lying tell us, why is a false photo, my God,
maybe you are more than five times more complicated, maybe a dwarf,
the fact that you will hand over the work five minutes later, too, a lie,
After all, even the word sulfur will be difficult to restrain,

You know what they’ll drag you, one horseradish has sucked at night,
You hit me like a turnstile, all the panchs are returning,
I don’t scare me, no matter how you growl there,
I lower you like you are your voice on the monastery,

Everyone remembers your deflection, but someone is not even enough for someone,
How you crap and gave comments on the track of the Caval,
Yes, the hero is pancake, look at yourself, because you yourself are licked,
you fall boldly down alone, like suicide bunks,

Your group of VKontakte is trash, there are only schoolchildren at home,
Before I write in a personal, I would have thought at least one boshka,
I'll start the first, even though you go ready on this topic,
Yes, in your group, as in the bag of your chick, only gondons,

K4

There can not be Happy End in the history of the parrot,
You do not cut down like a speed on a varied checkpoint,
You don't have a girl, put us a topic for a difficult childhood,
After all, you put a member of what happened, like babies,

You haven't bought anyone with your chorus, Polyvo, plugin ..
I will drown you like a soup of Galina's cubes,
Sick on the topic about my body and about girls - kikimor,
You have more shit through your mouth than through the ears of Kim,

his face was afraid to show, and he would show him unlikely,
This Canadian roosted for ten years playing hide and seek,
Do not answer for the bazaar, the hero to me too, God's son,
And I did not let the tracks get the tracks, who actually pisses more?

Not a word more about what you are saturated with a reproaches,
You sit tightly on the ears of the judges, like jeans on fagots,
Your growl under Beatlo here brought losses, Mr.
I thought that those