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Twentieth Winter hit the creeps
Blizzard swept traces and faces of passers-by too
Have you ever had something I had to move the body and the brain
And it was not just that I can not believe
then what you have to believe
People blind is their minor truth
I do not believe in heaven but the fear of hell
prapovedniki pushing ideas fucking deal for herds
their faith is a paper version of the Garden of Eden without MAZ
Braz importantly cross or mom
for them it is just a formality as the pub
Forgive me mom and dad give pussy
Now my obsession is my truth
As long as you learn, I nostrils carcass snowfall from west reptile
I do not Kaifu but on the other it is not necessary
it happens then so should all go
the fate did not leave her, I always behind

Being drunk ability passive
I do so poised nerves
I raised a cloud of smoke of incense over the rooftops of the world
For you, these rhymes like mine verbally
Flooring even as the winter snow
Without additives and impurities THC rendered me
We only for clear skies with fairy tales
Stalkers have risen from the underground hell
There is no ghetto neighborhoods
But there is a dirty Basotho center
This epidemic of Russian rap like a drug as a mite
The only vector style free as the wind
About this and that in each verse
About Vova about Dima about drugs and violence
Innocent children in mind but with Hayter
Riddles for strong not stupid and naive
Under fire waiting aggressive rebel drink beer there
Crush a piece of plasticine
discuss how a good friend of Vadim and Irina lousy policy of peace
As zaebis produce tons of smoke
And write about it as Pushkin's verses and poems of Shakespeare
We wish all the world except America and a handful igil
Russian force kosyachny much asshole and roads
It's a bit of everything else
What worries people is already fucking miserable
This will sing under the plywood glycol Basque First Class
This will tell the Holy Kiruha
When the yacht zabezhit his conscience on behalf of a whore
You sing about it on television
TV show hypnosis for sheep
IPhone and cola for a student like icons
What I read said to nonsense fucking
I get out some tries fucking stink
Blind all of these and you leave children
In addition to the hundreds of pop and gossip on let say
Yes, I let him fuck pussy fuck on
It's not how much the lyrics to mind
Rhymes and against normal sion of
Then his thoughts already Nitsche not see ...