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REP This is not XEP canine
snow flakes falling on his black cap
on the street the night situation like hell here poreshat
studies at the university quietly cho you hurt?
he thought stopping by step
but it was too late even more the agenda for a long time sent
corpses identified even when obosannymi
and two potsyka one of which is the history of a hero
He went up to his neck in blood if previously washed Ministry of Construction
by woodland, kudazh I climbed? whines
I thought to myself, the second a more peaceful
he wielded cleaver zero emotion like a watch
when the first fawn standing on a panic-filled
like Dunja not Casanova a Rolex from the market is not pazalota
Our guys are not just their uybiytsy zaeblo yes
thoughts swept up so that the law fell
and now the future of the burying of a computer
stood two friends took axes and hammers stupid
both splitters with trembling hands strode over the bodies
from the head to the commissar were all chopped
but as c dick does not dazzle a couple of pancakes
and pristupnikov be not far from every
and this garbage already nachaninayut nerves they bolt stick
ostanёtsya leave be to bury alive
but no longer suffer from what is brewed this mess
This is a hip hop you all zaeblo?
a bomb mate so shake your head
because it will explode nuclear pohleschsche
5 4 3 2 does not stop the detonator
This is a hip hop you all zaeblo?
a bomb mate so shake your head
because it will explode nuclear pohleschsche
she and I did not understand and then explode when ??
and I, too, all donned but it does not reach parabeluma
I merge anger at Bettlach because my drug is the rap game
if I'm in the street with the bydlanami vryatli you how I saw hippies
but as the writing on the Battle Round I obnoxious all pussy
that's the way it was swallow my hip hap like chemistry
It inserts a robust design without leaving the rot I congratulate maliciously
lying in wait for a semi-final opponents are Hitman spam me about you count up
byloby can cut the last sentence of your last
and throw in the Battle scoring on the blunt pizdёzh
that someone would call repom, mnezhe will just funny
that no one noticed your meaning between the lines
Patrick is from now on the dejection on minim
I have not shaved not washed with mine killed plevalku terroziruyu
so what I suffer proterpet was on forces
I stand the brain the boss enemies nasty
suffice it to endure, your ship is defeated
is now useless to sing, even though you are so anxious profits
poluchish but only chocolate from places barynshey
I fucked and you do not mind me vpravish
in fact gone far from the guys with the first verse
Doha and also suffer the peasants in ancient times
but in history and full of moments when I inflamed Batley
and the reason was the fucking bomb of emotions on this track type