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Fucking dvach, nice dvach
On the cold stale shit
Cork is covered with dried
Imageboard at the bottom.
And dvachu creeps cancer
Killing born wines
Do not get rid of this cancer in any way
It grows at ever persecuted.
Breastfed mass of people on behalf of cattle.

And two thousand years was a wipe
Wipe no particular reason
Wipe the case shkoloty
In a lot of masks
Blank-blank board
An hour later, already full of bitard
Two on her one Khuit
Three empty it again
But filled with a mass of people on behalf of cattle.

And we know that it has always been,
What Dvach ever rolled in shit
And one day he does not care
Destined to slip
He does not remember the word "Win" and the word "Fail"
He does not remember your login and passvord,
But is able to deliver Lulz
Even if I do not cake
And fall under DDoS-om people named rednecks ...