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The whole world is the theater, people are actors, and I am a gladiator in the arena,
Where the sand from the blood is dark, a mask on the face of steel goes to me.
I don't know, maybe I'm a victim and it is whining, or still a warrior,
And before death, only the bits will sound, but so far alive
The Kirzachi explosion, climbing the stairs from metaphors.
Walts are furious - I throw a cunt through a dick.
The fighter is still, the knight of the word -block, roosters are squealing:
"I am thirty and I am fake, like Putin's body."
A smoked voice, I will fuck you with jet
Bob and micro are a duet, like Arina Perechik and Artemon Poodle.
We do things, evening, kutuza - Kuterma,
Poppy is my prison, I will go down, there is no one there, I except,
Always lonely - deserted fox Erwin Romel, but is unlikely to scare blood
In the battle of Pizdabolov. A -SID - a comedian, like a mustachioed Kazakh Borat.
I will amaze me with galimos rhymes, humor from Odessa,
Tipo Rostov MF -Grimma - never learned to write texts,
And the dick already knows how many years.
Sasha is straining - it hurts. But it turns out, like Volochkova in the ballet -
Even the re-pak lion was furnished. We are here for the third, and there is the battle of kings,
Let the victims, but this is the system. I ask about one thing: "Pencil,
Listen to my demo, here is a bransboat on a bit.
I want to go to you on a label, Denya. "
It is ridiculous, but sometimes I want to raise money on the Repe
But I see all these muddil, and my hands sweat.
I’d better be one - it’s easier to avoid a moral fall,
Isn't it on the topic I carry another bullshit?
I think a fair court will figure it out.
(Her, Batol is honest, judges are good)

Your battles are an ecosystem,
I made a cutlet at the top of the food chain.
Look: I am a predator, you are a victim. Attack on the right, attack on the left.

A-cid pretends, not, not so ... an asshole!
A-cid pretends to be good, at the positive!
And attacks secretly, like a Georgian on Ossetian,
I am sure: while we are sitting, he writes Diss.
The sixth is brutally offended, and what am I red?
A-cid, you are not a second time even a discrete, not hunting,
Protect the law - the directive of Robocop!
Here and so Rem-Digga will arrange a circus with a re-pack
I am fed up with this throat and swarm the slope is deeper,
And an underground cat without boots, because it is already too high
Bob climbed, and I remember: Trio Mario, pine forest.
And now I even have fans, I am like that rebel,
That he replaced the bald. Assholes,
You yourself have built the cult of personality, I am disgusting to me
Better, I will stand aside, come on a broth, quickly to me.
I do not like, if they praised me, better a concert when
The entire hall shows the middle finger, and the re -hamil
Sculpts 3 points. In general, I am for the world. Dick for your battles fucking,
Follow yourself who crowned in the final. I never
I did not perceive the battles as a competition. Although from the dough
To refuse is not a varik, well, then how the curve will take out.
Usually the one who has in bulk in the judges of the rooster is won,
Give me a pair of karanadash, and let him judge the re -pack -
I still put it out like God to the turtle, in this system
You are a victim of a woman.

Your Batol is an ecosystem,
I am at the top of the food chain, and made a cutlet from the judges.
Look: I am a predator, you are a victim. Attack on the right, attack on the left.
(Her Bob, 2012, Kalik, Roma Bransboat on Bit)