Cleaner Undertaker:
I've been mutilated here, dwelt on bits
Draw me out, tongue-tied child.
Rya Dom Fantomas, both feet on the gas,
You fuck a goat hoping the evil eye won't touch you.
With a whore in the astral, on a boat in the port,
Alla was given the chase of the saint with cameos.
Children waving at me
Your fucking thing is fall out, mangyoku bangs.
One of a hundred masters, the Bible of the Antichrist,
Your hole in the workbench.
I left her inscribed on the bones
You want your scalp eagerly off your face.
Rainbow eyes, needles in the pupils
my part will break the fuck, captain's shield.
Damage of the magician, for magamed it is not enough,
Harry Potter stick is like a vibrator for you.
Throw out your skete son,
your end ends in socks,
The muzzle presses on the weight
Inevitably praying, to boobies in cloaks,
Yeldak on the scales, caught a tripak on a bare spot.
Undertaker, cleaning lady's slime on my conscience
Fuck all the stories, we make the style even more.
Your friend was hit by a tombstone
Knee in a sporulated belly, fucked on the asphalt.
There are fly agarics on the grave of your grandmother,
On your mother's vagina, flies wet the bark
The whole city is painted on the shell of the raf
Two peaks in fucking, and you are no longer a horror.
Rap, rap, rap - who are we and where?
Papyrus makes legless children squat.
I set fire to the tail of devils, like the wick of a sequin,
For a couple of desks with a partner, we make it more fun
Apparently the face is shaving you, the racketeer is criticizing.
The kraken is a fucking homunculus, made by Davey John Jones.
Dirty Papyrus:
I'm blowing up a variety of coins on you, the light shed on you, your grandfather fucks, but there is no news that you are a stubborn shket
translate a bunch of fittings,
you start, sword Excalibur, Arthur puts a harpoon on the tonsils, Lyokha the troubadour licked you,
you drove to the shore of sharks, divergent is the best jumper
Where, where, did you put on a tag, interrupted the tattoo Vitya spice smoked like white poured you to fuck in your mouth, my God thor in the coffin, under the name, you laid down the disc whip pikachu give Katya cherry plum, you drink urine, I will wet the papyrus cuts you down like a black dahlia , genitals on the floor like socks, egg vise
Your pupils have turned sour, my sounds of thought, I understand, I am a red tulip, you are a traitor Askar, my Ansar gang
You ran for glory, and tired, from bridle to mouth, your mouth is a cunt,
you are homeless Gustav,
you are waiting for a charter for a Staff jacket a dump without a bottom, your home, you are alive in it, a bugle awaits you, or a fit
in the house pogrom here is not Cape Town, my captain flat out on his heels here and there, we are a terrorist attack explosions Emirate
but no ,
You sculpted with puzzles, with ballasters developed under the beat on the rocks, with plasters without pyramids, you died a freak, fuck you run peki pies took on the deflection
Pasha poured boiled sweat under the bed, so that dad would not interfere with sleep, and avoid the smooth surface of setting fire to a strand, you, like a panel whore, there is nothing to surprise, everyone went to sleep surprisingly fortune respects you for the number of dicks in your mouth kiss the boil we are steamed in the port
Yes, yes, it’s not my game, but I’ve learned the rules by heart, and I’ll rewrite it, it’s not difficult, your girlfriend here, rolls a hole for such simple things, don’t think this fool is slow-witted in charge of truancy, Autotune, for the night, a dune, a dozen Dicks
cooked with spice, I'll blow it up for you, repent
