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Black Market, Rem Digga , oM1 ...
killed paragraphs in your Babinet
let get a feel ...
I'm crippled , bitch ... I'm crippled , bitch !
at- killed.

Rem Digga :

let get a feel for all the sins of the citadel ,
dangerous thoughts ... bullet ! not for suckers .
karezhenny rotten hut packed with poison,
Do not ask how much I would give for wilding .
and what ?
yes there would be expensive in fact , but it was used without depression
in the gums for wild Difficult sensitive.
megapower,
energy building. love this horn in the forehead .
farshmacheny bull not grow up to modernity,
nerves stocks will be true .
if loving father pedophile
if one crocodile , soaring ...
Spit not in the teeth , so only if sometimes
and you ought to have , throw .
everything rot and rot and can not see this end ,
and discharged from all icons eyes .
this is funny, boy ! and all good things,
ozone warm until I strong , sleeping cobra.
although under the coffin pit shout swarm
but the belly has numerous steel kitchen, and full of blood tooth .

dubinovoy or rubber , or angry bat
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machete :

let it absorb the , because it is the truth ,
killed paragraphs - it's a joke Colt, bitch!
synonym of absolute evil , as a knife ,
in the stomach , and , and you barely breathing , and ,
so bloodthirsty swallow that ( ? ? ? ? ? ? ?) black
who would kill to go.
not so easy to put God back to the head ,
not so easily wash their blood someone's blood.
Do not wake ! since there are some bastards
on faces litmus blue , though from alkali.
light at night is unlikely that the Milky Way . fires burn it!
they appreciate the loyalty there ? aha !
I will show the impotence of people
who you are, if you divide into five parts , brother?
and who are stuck on the retina of the corpse ?
anger finally breaks out , opening his crooked teeth .

Hookah :

calendars half dead , then winter .
here to what I brought or brought to mind .
dust from the tomb on the packaged sample
Chika- ticking, kid ! your God sold .
na-na - we do not need this shit from Peck ,
carbide with crack , bodyazhenny saliva.
priporoshit ground my Acid paradise
flies out the window my ( ? ? ? ? ? ? ?)
these veins in a warm bath under the blade ,
as a future mother scare caesarean .
furiously to touch here , trust people
press on view rude give love bitches .
swaddle centuries empty eyes ,
hide them from the wind now the fuck ?
this farm corpses nabyut entourage.
when?
when paragraphs are killed .

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Om1:

yo!
you still klyuesh carrion , bitch?
killed paragraph bring people like you to stroke !
in loan night
they turn the whole fucking world into one sproshnuyu Kama Sutra .
We do not need a translation , try to turn off the sound , and !
We understand any dumb with Kurd .
Urban will be for everyone as old school,
as in the films of Bruce Lee and Dolph Lundgren .
every sinner from king to pawn
but each is fundamentally headed your ring.
paycheck to pension underground killer
Michael Jordan holds the mark in the air , as Engels .
I saw a monument that looms people the finger .
I am not righteous , so was the instigator of the bloody Fridays .
I'm not a judge, to judge who is the king and the prince who is corny .
on blocks one way, he goes from coma to IVs.
at entrances buzz, like a bottomless syringe
as on the roofs of houses a bunch of homeless birds.
cardboard and your shit, not born , he sewed ,
will cut a bunch of hungry killers.

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