| Uncle Vitya was sent in the background to Uncle Gene,
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| Fuck me to know how you moved shit through a rotten vein?
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| Bunch discs, bracho, there’s nothing to do either!
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| And those who banter with disks, the operas fire furiously from afar.
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| Sometimes even used violent.
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| We smoke somewhere in search of truth, a deadly product.
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| Every second hawala clover, heard in advertising,
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| When hawal, overgrown and euroclover on Valdam.
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| It's very scary to bend over, enough to fuck.
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| Will the liver heal? |
| hemodez? |
| and Kidok Production.
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| Action, thirty steps left to the entrance,
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| And here in the dough, again a buzz, demons.
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| Them? |
| smells? |
| remember, to be honest.
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| Then go again, even though there are pitchforks everywhere.
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| The body will die, the spirit will answer to the noise of the chainsaw.
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| Hey, no matter how fate beats,
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| Forces bring home
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| Each suffered from the quagmire.
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| No matter how fate beats,
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| Forces bring home
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| Each terpilu from the quagmire with a piece of 'sativa'.
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| My? |
| friend? |
| also comes
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| Mini horses, pony type, 150 grams so for reference, real melting.
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| Blue is real? |
| to gain weight?, to eat really? |
| help?
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| If you crap yourself in the first round, you should double your bets.
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| Oh, it's worth stepping into this shit once
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| And between you bro and this shit, you can put it equally.
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| But ??? |
| calms the nerves better than any friend.
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| Almost like the one that caresses you at home.
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| In the bosom of the God of blood, like saliva in a dog.
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| As Vasilich says, the young move your horn.
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| And there were two hundred grams of vodka, sweet brama
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| Holy yawn and tension subsided.
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| Does it look miserable? |
| kala? like a bear? |
| koala?,
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| It looks like a bear, after all, but it's not a bear that will fuck a jackal! |