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cunts all quotes fall
This morning January, we all breathe in the incense
Already a little pleases
On a notebook I smear karakuli
And our composition goes to the abyss of fuck
And it is unlikely that the superhero will help
to save our asses
In life it doesn’t happen
Everything is more prosaic here
it happened
that a person does not take quality
And even in this round I squeezed out
without waving skills like karateist
with quick flow and unusual rhyme
And I just passed the only one
As for the scale of really huge
already seven billion biorobots
They go to smoke the sky
God should have been breeding kittens
but it's' too late
stale air on the ground
Like a cramped room gypsy camp
And nowhere to hide if the bone in the throat has become
The vanity of social life
All these conventions and grimaces
Someone at the bottom of the bottle stilers
Someone enters into all
To go away
Each has its own recipe for happiness
I'll reveal my
These simple lines are blinded with love
And when to death he will play to play the role
I can imagine that my room is an island
uninhabited in the middle of the Pacific Ocean
only water surface sand and stars
They will guard peace and alone with them
you fucking high
you are high

This is voluntary imprisonment
It was drew to be an ant in the anthill
Simple and clear black in white
This is my own island
my own fortress fuck

You have not chased a comrade
there are not a temple or cemeteries
Only blood and sand
this is a bitch TV show last hero oh
Well, there are three of us
Your servant is a submissive fagot
And a good rabbit
Hipichop will not feed
and not craft but a hobby
On a forgotten island
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I'm funny and ashamed
almost hesitated on the approaches to the finals
Our most fashionable Batol in the world
Yes, I'm fine
Two mowers do not smell
I'm like a tarantula here
With home spiders in a bank
Aim to win
This is clear to you
The rabbit will take third place
To change the avatar
He is not a fool pragmatic
American mindset
Do not scold the boy
although he had hung up
Before the final of Batola
broadcast with a smart look
About suicides
Well, we attach huli
Let it not hooked
let it sound unimportant
Anyway is better than a plum
A bunch of fucking screamers
I remove everyone in half as
Like varnishes Luciano lucky cattle
let's talk
This is not a Reichstag and I did not Ishmail
This is rap Battle in the province
A little effort
To reach the final
Which round is the same style
But see the opponents
Vegetable vegetable depot
one Kazakh was fucked without picking
And now at least
With this barmark, I have reached
honorary title
In the top three of the best rappers of the city of Kirov
The islands of the forgotten what keeps a lot of bodies
And to this part I broke off to write a chorus
but with two mowers the budget flashed

And fucking is still an out of

Well huli normal event
the organization is really a little clumsy
But this does not matter is unlikely on Vyatka
Rapers will be given to the rappers to feel like kings on Battle
like everyone put on the shoulder blades
Mom will ask what you are doing
I earn grandmas
The so -called cache
Oh well, but you eat everything yes
Spinogryz fucking
Now you can disperse and go about your business
good luck to everyone