XX-L - Продавец Восковых Фигур
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1 PART
take an example of Tyrei, he reads well
Well, or he thinks so, came to Battl so that he was lynched, but the unauthorized is not a reason
as if a plastic surgeon he sells his face
This is not a dream is the truth of life
If you are not like that, then show me
While cleaning a wax figure
I realized that everything in these people is so good and simple
Without thinking of the brain we stand on the window
like wax figures, like an old thriller
and with any failure by Noah oh it hurts how
After all, this wax melts any intensity
The fire disappeared, excellent and we are normal again
again so beautiful, we are fingered with the rags
and a wax man that was lying near the window
said that he saw the Bible will soon be a fire
(they bought it on the same day, even though the seller adored)

Let the years go all the game
Perhaps the wrong, but not the last here
here again Battle, no matter how much it fell
I return to the shelves of wax figures

Wax people I don't want to Pati to you
you don't feel good at all if the chick has flowed
sorry man, Prostobal, I will give happiness to you
wax is cheaper than plastic, for your lady passion is
is not a seller with a suit, because still on the counter
My power must only remain a private
try to change what, they have a reason
But the law of the counter does not fall below the floor
Although he is not studded, everyone is still afraid
jump, jump out, run despite the danger
But why should they be different, fight on their own
After all, if we are beautiful, then we are passive
maybe it was worth changing the foundations for us
We will not go down in history, but we all suited us
you are not like everyone else but everyone says so
I'm not like everyone else, but everyone says so

2 part
The last intermediary on Wednesday dines has noble
Follow the advice and gossip eat the remnants
your posthumously treasured REP is irrevocably buried
Catch my average, you are average in terms of a brother

Thaii are waiting for you in the army of batteries, companies
But life comes out like this is a birth
You reached the sixth, like have seen the world but
Thaii kicked Kerzhakov and you fly by
You wanted to blow up on Battle, but there is not even a pitarchy
Now let's do your legs, now be an orthopedic
your chicks drunks, and you squeezed fists-uzi
they are like a bubbles for you like a jacuzzi

And again I read, I'm waiting for Tyray to hang
I'm angry, wait, now it’s better not to go a kid
You are a son, like a child without a father
folds on your neck your career staircase

Battle without schoolchildren at a desk, only the tables are the whole lyceum
The final will be Africa-slots and all XXL
City crushed, sorry, in vain you did exactly the case
and your panchi-mineral coat, because they are taken from the sources
You are on the battles zero full matyugalnik.
you are only a backpack of Shkly, because I have behind my shoulder
your tracks seem to be cotton, because we were only given cotton wool
If I kill Thaii, they call it not tolerant
After the fifth, your father will bring you on the verge
After all, then a superhase brought you forward with his feet
You run after the bats, you bet on the battles
You read, your rap is melting in your mouth like sweet cotton wool
you steal styles sticky, you are sinking in the lake, zero
You are on Battle Valenok, because you are taken out in the winter
I stand in front of the opponent, but do not redo it
Apparently I am in the round of the lion, because I stand in front of the maiden

The last intermediary on Wednesday dines has noble
Follow the advice and gossip eat the remnants
your posthumously treasured REP is irrevocably buried
Catch my average, you are average in terms of a brother