new Kompashki
How many of you, I disov wrote,
How much do you complain about the fact that I fucked you,
Because of you, my friend was gone,
But all of you write, "Lal"
You - fucked feces,
But to you I did not lay down,
I'm in this war winner
In every fight,
I'm throwing a vendetta,
And I read the song,
Warmer closer to the summer,
But you're as cold as corpses,
And maybe you'll soon they will become,
I Do not bend,
These words I do not just throw,
Your future,
This is garbage,
On your heads,
I'm going to fucking
And I shout: "brya"
And say, "Bro, they were in kind - garbage"
And I will be glad that no one I have,
Haich these fag,
Brough, nalevay poison them in milk,
Everyone understands that you are a nobody,
How many of you, I disov wrote,
How much do you complain about the fact that I fucked you,
Because of you, my friend was gone,
But all of you write, "Lal"
You - fucked feces,
All you Haight
But you fuck?
Stay together,
Public posts "choke"
This is how to tell you what to throw cocks,
You post to the Public "choke"
Stifle so quickly fuck,
When you go,
It eblan - Parade
You no happy
People take out the machine,
Azik gets in trauma,
Each of you - ebanat,
In reality every day,
I see this poeben,
No, you did not understand,
Every day I,
I see this new poeben!
Each of you emdessa Haight,
But you stupid pussy - not a poet,
I fuck who hears
I fuck up somebody comes,
The main thing is that you every 3 fuck,
And I have a second,
And I do not Sergey - blue,
How many of you, I disov wrote,
How much do you complain about the fact that I fucked you,
Because of you, my friend was gone,
But all of you write, "Lal"
You - fucked feces,
I watch the game - "LAL"
And I say - your basketball club squander!
But go fuck, I fucked you,
E,
I fuck a new kampashku,
Cleveland razebal FGP - kalifornyashku,
Sanya - you're on the sled,
Rip out the same therefrom,
The philosophy of your bitching,
But now you're kind bugurt,
Eh,
Ice does not melt,
Me of this song in the pot throws,
And you haypozhory,
Sing, let,
Now, bitch,
Good-bye, good-bye!
How many of you, I disov wrote,
How much do you complain about the fact that I fucked you,
Because of you, my friend was gone,
But all of you write, "Lal"
You - fucked feces,
How many of you, I disov wrote,
How much do you complain about the fact that I fucked you,
Because of you, my friend was gone,
But all of you write, "Lal"
You - fucked cal.
