Wolf in sheep's clothing
I am a lover of sharp panche, bright images and how,
Fuck me to the sound if your parach is text,
I even think that tracks are not necessary to reduce
if you fuck in words, then there are enough and their
I will make the round differently, change the figures
thereby trying on the burden of sheep's skin on myself
REP, in principle, huynya
The key to success is Panchi and anger
You have not a single one
But you succeeded in the rhythm of the Floo
You have a quick cue ball and death
But a prize for you is only a sign of success
I will go out the window so as not to see all this, well
But I do not need your fucking applause for nothing
You don't even have to try to write such a garbage here
After all, the turator is not Panchi is not filled with meaning
You can come up with a similar one so as not to bathe with me (sucker)
Fucking intro-spect how dare you dare to laugh
He shoved the bullshit about my brainchild and henceforth
There were more punch in that track than you write in a couple of years
And even the stick would not shoot, I probably thought how to write the answer to me
If my panchi is subjectively crinaceous, you have no objectively
This is not just a stuffing because you didn’t even hear a couple of lines
And understand that you fuck here on the participants so throw it until you are visits
not a harmless fagot, not Tomi, you envy them
God is unique, I'm sorry, but your chick is like a bitch you don't twist
I cannot develop, I wrote this omission hard
What a pity that not your swelling in the brain
Just a minus, but in my life the judge seemed to put an end to
I can perish, already a loop on her neck, but this time without jerking off
I tried to hang myself, because I was inhabited by the mediocrity of his word me
as if they were stabbed, but it is so sad, but the chandelier could not withstand the load of responsibility
My corns ended when it was fifteen
I put the laws on the end so that I will fuck
These gondons were ahead of Semnashka here in a year
My cartridges then the bitch killed all your
Antediluvian semblance, even to the flood,
The filthy swamp does not get to the top,
we will sink opium under Topol then
Sleep the floodplains, in my opinion this is a complete utopia (mm?)
How do you like ETNAGOR, I chopped the water tight enough?
(And?) Fuck, now put a plus? (Ha) Yes, you go fuck
In the last round, he respected the small one, it's hard to believe in it
but so that I decided to reveal the topic in this, to be a hypocrite,
I made a prank in a funeral bureau, but here is a dill
Upon learning of what the children's coffin is, I was asked the growth of Whitem'a
