It is Gleidbattle Namba three
Those who are not with me for any will be behind
This is a paired round number three
My opponent holds
And I'm just a boy, without cool pons, a wheelbarrow,
I can confidently follow the parapet, but I can, Maine, you give a squeeze!
Believe me, Jackie will drag so much, will be so beach,
What from the Baltic Baths you will not meet such a kacha!
Oyuda here Mosko shield, on Battle it will be very hot,
Meanwhile, I have a boy in a pair that I didn't know the words "Rocking"
Apparently the beauty of the nature of the guy was sentenced,
Black dots on the nose made from it midnight.
Since then, he has imagined, type super reader Star,
Signed on Glaidbattl, thereby signing a sentence.
But he did not suspect, because she walked exactly until he had reached paired battles,
Moving Jackie in a pair of scandalous, he realized that the guy was abnormal!
After all, I have an Ems talent
I can hurt anyone, just let me go to Round 6.
And do not throw me your bazaar about what you hang a louli of a horse!
I am the one who closes your eyelids so that they do not blink at all!
But this is a show and my opponent of the type is over the Patsan,
But back to appearance: because of her he does not get the hearts of the ladies (
As I did not try, but the shower of the lady is impregnable, like Valletta,
He was looking for fate everywhere, even walked to classes in the ballet Hall.
His torment was not imaginable, he tried to find the source of the reasons
Even the pistol barrel as his temple drill.
But after a long struggle, he realized that, how not to twist,
Hand for him will always stay number one!
Blood on hand, he fastened his dick to blood,
So much impossible, well, you can not jerk so much!
Blood on hand, day and night he with her hand,
He writes to her songs and in the world sings her lunar!
Blood on hand, he fastened his dick to blood,
So much impossible, well, you can not jerk so much!
Blood on hand, day and night he with her hand,
He writes to her songs and in the world sings her lunar!
Not that I can only be cooler than me
I stop the text in Bitlo as a kucher
You did not expect such a track, Maine, I go to success,
I will send you to the sky, for me it will be a plan Vendetta!
