Pastor
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Set aside auto mode, start benching
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Only slaughter the most fat, more smoke
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I bewitched this cipher for imaginary
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Having disarmed the barrel of the hundredth papyra to cartridges
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Smoking kill brother, I just bought it, a buck went into the box with a light hand
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4 bayonets our repack and padik are officially upgraded
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Here the crowd appreciates quality with steam locomotives, threw off the cap and dirty the walls
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Pastor and Munky Monk blow up the sis, here TM lays
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Your storry telling, verses with a marker over the floors of steps
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Poets trample in their own foam, I watch the circus on stage
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The voice is shaking, the knees are shaking, the clowns are bursting from pressure
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This is a new paragraph from the red line, at the behest of my right hand
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A torn sheet turns into a hit, soaked in dop, tgk quartet
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TM style has become stronger than knee steel
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Forged by masters of words in the Urals
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Pilaf from even varieties, alloy from four hemispheres
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I don’t rummage about who is god and who the hell is the guy, but I’m picking up verse after verse
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If suddenly you and I should fight in pairs, are you sure about the result of sparring?
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Nakidonian
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Rash in the cap. |
O! |
the color is good and smell. |
this is shit for me
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Crumbled into a parachute from the head, set it on fire, inhaled, almost coughed up the lungs
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Atdushi fuganul, coffee refreshed cheekbones
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It's cold outside, the balcony doors are closed.
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half a day
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I'm an idler for someone, but I can take out boredom without a TV set
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There are always a couple of ideas in my head on those topics from which I once again saw
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On demand, the inner world in the garden from a wig through papyra
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Vira! |
Vira! |
little by little thank you mom for the prayers
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Vira Vera little by little
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The tree pulls its branches towards the light and it is unlikely that it will need anyone's advice
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So am I thc blood supply, the ditches are melting the brain from this bit flies inflated
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Pass it on, it's smoking, attach a shade of meaning to the picture of life
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Explode the system, break out of 4 walls, fly out of the body with your soul where you went. |