I understood your spirit at all.
If there are no grandmas, then there is no conversation,
Well, why are we going to be silent?
Or will we have a delicious lunch?
It’s not my destiny to complain
Out of five of my seventy sets,
Prescription codeine she wants in a sect.
She wants aaa, I'll be honest with her,
Do not become a princess here, I am so on reflexes.
I clutch the entire protest movement to the texts,
Do not want to test us.
Put in whom you get the drive test,
Fully familiar in similar contexts.
You don't believe, but you die believing
You are stealing Campaign on a bike.
They drive us on columns stolen helics,
Verses in the style of cipher.
Couplets for gray imports,
We warm North parcels Zippo.
Communication on sales topics,
Fifth cell - my science academy.
From serfs to slavery,
From the spare to the base of the attack.
Not from thieves grew up in a generation,
Here you have an adult rap fuck all the bonuses.
Fuck all the bonuses ...
I just sat at home
And he saw the Word and Ptah on the first ey.
O * drove away from this farm ...
Word:
Tote for brother minus one hundred couture,
I’ll cut out cotton wool with excitement.
There is no turning back, here the dichelles to the camp of the Bulgarian in the pie.
He broke off his silence, threw it on all banks,
Ogau, you forgot the local locale,
Bruised, purple Senegal - illegal.
Toothy, like Noganno and Grin.
Two pops - a cloud of dust from a spikelet,
I know life is short - weighing no more than a box.
It is dark, but did not complain about it.
From the basement I broadcast like a duck Berkovich Levitan.
I’m the limit - it’s primitive, it won’t be any different,
And blue with us, then in slate.
The noise of our editions from the buildings.
From the Mausoleums to the internal combustion boilers,
The whisper of the perpetual motion machine is not far off.
With feed in your pocket.
Rainbow - this is when an ounce in exactly every sleeve assembly.
Then the forecast is clear in advance.
They are a pig with salts, nose is loaded with salami.
Not here in fancy, they anchor the bespont,
In a word, Earthlings, where do they get so many toads for the sighted?
And how skillfully is each slippery stubborn?
With tools I made pies - non-drinking
Hot, the market is exhausted - no speech.
Still speechless, always ready to stagger this evil
You are inanimate if you are impeccable
We will provide you with perfect, wielding metal like a Sword.
You’ll have nothing to break off at the trophy,
And to worthy people, I wish you a good evening.
