| Killed in the trash, crawling out of the very depths.
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| What? |
| What happened? |
| How are you, my Negro?
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| My people, all with me, wherever I am.
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| I smile everywhere, no matter what I do!
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| So many words, so many fake rap!
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| They all make smoke, shoot, but only on the Internet.
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| Fuck rap if I can do 2 pieces in a week!
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| What did you come up with in your texts? |
| I do not believe you!
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| But a couple of kids thought that
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| Gathered fucking gang, right?!
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| I heard you... Hey, you are the same guys
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| What bought your flow on ebay?
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| No one will ruin my day today.
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| She will cook breakfast, I'm lazy.
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| Sucks all the time, or I'm in it -
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| I never have enough, but I'm not a Jew.
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| I got up early today, threw off a hundred grams.
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| Stay out of my business or there will be drama!
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| There are no rules here - a miss means an injury.
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| Nipple, as from the screen, fucked - arched brazenly into the floor.
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| Very rare smoke, the most caustic!
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| When mami sees me, she spins a backflip!
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| When mami sees me, she spins a backflip!
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| Good job, Oleg!
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| Lots of fun, but I stayed the same.
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| Gang bang, Ma Mery! |
| I made a smokeshow.
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| Nothing has changed, I'm still a sinner.
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| I do not need your alignment, constantly fresh.
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| On my own, I don't need invitations.
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| They make a cliché, I shoot targets.
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| As always at work, I have a ghost around my neck.
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| You have many conversations, we have many movements.
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| Flamov bit, crawling out of the depths.
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| My people, all with me, wherever I am.
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| (Damn man, where did you find this?) |