BANDA BANZAY - 36 строк
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How many years will I give me? Yes, I have a tritzha with dashing
I have long been ringing, I have been sitting on an even, quiet
Composed texts, smoking sigi
in a notebook 100 sheets, scribbling with a blue handle
I will not write about what I was asked
Do not even try
In a word I will beat in the ear
Exactly bought up Mike Tyson
Do not stick your fingers in the socket
Wrapped in a patch
You will fly under the sky, like a ghost of Casper
Drunk master, or son of Marivana
Take a cold shower, do not dick alone swim in the bathroom
Like a sheet you are a bathhouse
Stuck on the ass
Your ceiling is nirvana
In thoughts tide
These are not fairy tales, rather stories from a dark crypt
This is not a group of bread, rather a crust of bread
And it is cut so subtle
Dick lubricate with butter and a piece will stand across your throat
What kind of muzzle?
Looks at me with a red eye
Have you figured it out?! so gather a single puzzle
Your house is your base
Join the European Union, fuck like a gas sector, on the drum Sector Plus
Dancing minus, came to taste, very nice
Swark your head here, then back
If you caught the message, then you will understand adequately
Stay True Maaaaa Faka, here only the truth
Here is only true and nothing special
What is the mamble, hip hop is taken here as a basis
Except the bat and the pressure of the evil
There is a right message, here is the same school
May I be a drunken Trudovik
Let a physical education teacher
Through yourself a deflection
And you died a moron
Are you wound on a fist of censorship?
I express my thoughts, as if under the perception of barbiture
Do not go into my culture
There and so too dirty
Well, ka !!! I got up and went out !!!
The behavior is ugly!
Work for hype, this is non -resistant
Where is your truth? Under the rim of the toilet