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как же сложно.
институт послан нахуй, его просто нету.
надо где-то суетить монету, но я слишком привередлив
в этих темах. лучше бы жил в малосемейке,
питался ягерем, был бы под ягерем егерем.
куда мы едем, братва?
я вижу не прав, но кто проавтор, кто кардинал?
и почему у них не бородатые они? а, понятно.
житуха катает в бетон, а не бросает на маты.
времена были жестче, когда правил усатый.
это описано в книгах, там всех ебали за пропаганду.
а теперь полный роспуск однополых браков
и фальшивых депутатов под масками социал-демократов.
я устал от левых и правых.
устал от жизни, где жизнь - это только название.
хорош названивать, любимая, у меня пару путан
сегодня по плану, с крутых мц срываем банданы.
нравственность.
прости меня, я не подарок.
от дома до пиздеца мой портал.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я вырасту наверное лет через 50.
прости меня, я не подарок.
от дома до пиздеца мой портал. ну да.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я вырасту наверное лет через...
головной мозг идет нахуй, его просто нету.
надо что-то с этим делать, этот мир так неприветлив.
и запах той единственной суки так надоедлив.
мне нужна единственная новая.
ноги плету еле-еле.
с оплатой труда повременно-сдельной
у половины из нас никогда бы не было денег.
и все эти росты карьерные типа к звездам через терни.
кому ты веришь: хрущеву? сталину? ленину?
готов ли биться до последнего?
лично я не готов, ведь это не самоутверждение
и с издавна побеждает тот, кто чем-то владеет.
эта искусственная война, братан, крайне бесполезна.
есть работодатель, есть лицо ответственное,
есть любовь, есть бог, есть православный крестик для нас.
выбирай черный дельфин или красная пресня.
виллы в испании или заблеванный подъезд.
прости меня за мой пиздец.
от дома до туда мой портал. ну да.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я вырасту наверное лет через 50.
прости меня, я не подарок.
от дома до пиздеца мой портал. ну да.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я вырасту наверное лет через 50.
расслабь свою лобную долю.
не воспринимай все эти катастрофы.
не считай феноменом, что кому-то там сверху не больно.
мы отвечаем за них головой.
и пока тебе дышится на воле, будь рабом.
тут нету речи о свободной торговле.
пиндосам отдали части, украине донбасс.
и кругом пидорасы, даже не представители власти.
двери настежь, звонок последний. прости.
я продолжаю слепо верить, что на нашей улице тоже будет праздник.
чтобы пятнадцатый оставил за собой все эти прайсы
на нефть и доллар. страна без пристрастия к бурбонам.
препятствия не будут относится к канонам.
и мы все таки пару раз ебнем по американским каньонам.
и я разберусь со своими проблемами дома -
влюблюсь в одну по-настоящему и надолго.
прости меня, я не подарок.
от дома до пиздеца мой портал.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я вырасту наверное лет через 50.
прости меня, я не подарок.
от дома до пиздеца мой портал. ну да.
и мне всегда будет мало,
я не вырасту наверное никогда.
геологоразведчиков квартал.
How difficult.
The institute is sent fuck, he simply is not.
I need to fuss somewhere, but I am too picky
In these topics. It would be better to live in a small family
He ate a jaheure, would be under the jaege of a ranger.
Where are we going, lads?
I see wrong, but who is the pro -author, who is the cardinal?
And why are they not bearded? Ah, got it.
Life rolled into concrete, and does not throw him on mats.
The times were tougher when the mustachioed ruled.
This is described in books, there everyone fucked for propaganda.
And now a full dissolution of same -sex marriages
and false deputies under the masks of the Social Democrats.
I am tired of the left and right.
Tired of life where life is only a name.
good to call, love, I have a couple of confused
Today, according to plan, from the steep MC we tear off the bandans.
moral.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up through ...
The brain goes fuck, it is simply not.
It is necessary to do something about it, this world is so unfriendly.
And the smell of that single bitch is so annoying.
I need the only new one.
The legs are barely woven.
with remuneration of time-calculated
Half of us would never have money.
And all these rosts are career like to stars through thorns.
Who do you believe: Khrushchev? Stalin? Lenin?
Is it ready to fight to the last?
Personally, I am not ready, because this is not self -affirmation
And with a long time, the one who owns something has long.
This artificial war, bro, is extremely useless.
There is an employer, there is a person responsible,
There is love, there is God, there is an Orthodox cross for us.
Choose a black dolphin or red Presnya.
Villa in Spain or a spanned entrance.
Forgive me for my fucked up.
From home to there my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Relax your frontal share.
Do not perceive all these disasters.
Do not consider a phenomenon that someone does not hurt there on top.
We are responsible for them.
And while you breathe in the wild, be a slave.
There is no talk of free trade.
Pindos was given the units, Ukraine Donbass.
And around the fagots, not even representatives of the authorities.
The doors are wide open, the last call. sorry.
I continue to blindly believe that there will also be a holiday on our street.
so that the fifteenth leaves all these pricens
for oil and dollar. A country without addiction to bourbon.
Obstacles will not belong to the canons.
And we still fuck the American canyons a couple of times.
And I will deal with my problems at home -
I fall in love with one truly and for a long time.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably never grow up.
Geological exploration of the quarter.
The institute is sent fuck, he simply is not.
I need to fuss somewhere, but I am too picky
In these topics. It would be better to live in a small family
He ate a jaheure, would be under the jaege of a ranger.
Where are we going, lads?
I see wrong, but who is the pro -author, who is the cardinal?
And why are they not bearded? Ah, got it.
Life rolled into concrete, and does not throw him on mats.
The times were tougher when the mustachioed ruled.
This is described in books, there everyone fucked for propaganda.
And now a full dissolution of same -sex marriages
and false deputies under the masks of the Social Democrats.
I am tired of the left and right.
Tired of life where life is only a name.
good to call, love, I have a couple of confused
Today, according to plan, from the steep MC we tear off the bandans.
moral.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up through ...
The brain goes fuck, it is simply not.
It is necessary to do something about it, this world is so unfriendly.
And the smell of that single bitch is so annoying.
I need the only new one.
The legs are barely woven.
with remuneration of time-calculated
Half of us would never have money.
And all these rosts are career like to stars through thorns.
Who do you believe: Khrushchev? Stalin? Lenin?
Is it ready to fight to the last?
Personally, I am not ready, because this is not self -affirmation
And with a long time, the one who owns something has long.
This artificial war, bro, is extremely useless.
There is an employer, there is a person responsible,
There is love, there is God, there is an Orthodox cross for us.
Choose a black dolphin or red Presnya.
Villa in Spain or a spanned entrance.
Forgive me for my fucked up.
From home to there my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Relax your frontal share.
Do not perceive all these disasters.
Do not consider a phenomenon that someone does not hurt there on top.
We are responsible for them.
And while you breathe in the wild, be a slave.
There is no talk of free trade.
Pindos was given the units, Ukraine Donbass.
And around the fagots, not even representatives of the authorities.
The doors are wide open, the last call. sorry.
I continue to blindly believe that there will also be a holiday on our street.
so that the fifteenth leaves all these pricens
for oil and dollar. A country without addiction to bourbon.
Obstacles will not belong to the canons.
And we still fuck the American canyons a couple of times.
And I will deal with my problems at home -
I fall in love with one truly and for a long time.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably grow up in 50 years.
Forgive me, I'm not a gift.
From home to the pussy my portal. Well, yes.
And there will always be little to me,
I will probably never grow up.
Geological exploration of the quarter.
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