Haye, Vadim,
Let's leave
And their mouth was poured, just not scorched.
You were told: you fly out like not cool.
You type with mat - all such a pussy.
I did not meet the worse than the wratocata in my life.
And you will be in the museum by exhibit
With a table "Homo Flame Degeneratum"
Our Flame loves to sing about ass,
Well, rather boys, come back and
however, it comes to extremes,
It is no longer saved, arrange travelers.
Vadim, you woken in vain, this is my privada,
How would your crater be born from longing
I am your bravada, your tracks - BRACK,
How is your "dignity", you are not a flame, but a match.
Haye, Vadim,
Come on, go.
And their mouth was poured, just not scorched.
You were told: you fly out like not cool.
You are not worthy of even the glory of Herostrat
On the panting of shame you are not enough space.
This simple dogma boy remember:
Artemis Temple, you are not on your teeth.
You will not even give you. which in a circle
Only your right girlfriend will save you
and everything is trying all night very night
Your mini-detail you sharpen that there are urine.
You are so small, however, like your shit.
Think you are pussy, but you do not get to the beat.
Already the famous fact that the flame is weak for me.
You fly away from Battla my brother and there is no way back.
