Today, money soared into the air. |
to report who is namba van
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who is pan, who is doe, who rules on batol, who disappeared there.
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in order to get answers, now money has flown to heaven.
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but while it flies, I have a couple of minutes. |
so I'll tell you myself
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I'm loading up on new meat. |
so that all the freaks fly out at once
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Appreciate the new wild tale. |
breaststroke, thong. |
bass kiki.
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if the priest got paired with me, they will put carnations on your grave
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get me out of your head. |
Opposite go no maz diggy
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today you will fall after the coin. |
loudly from the meat like a fool.
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practice the fall if there are garters with parkour.
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I didn't smell the style. |
I have one conclusion - all the phrases are trash.
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round number 5 must be the last round.
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you're not even an artisan. |
not exactly a master
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my rap is a virgin with a clean mouth.
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but yours will become different today according to suit
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for me, pour it on the batol and then the shame of this shnyaga flaunts.
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but if you bully then I am a bullfighter with a sword.
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don't be a viger bastard. |
throw out the phantom viger.
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throw in the trash Mike killed, poured out the last man shaved by me,
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break viger speakers
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your rap I beat with a puff and happy. |
your rap is a geek bastard he
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and you buy yourself a rope soap and stir everything up as it should
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I throw punches! |
more! Bunch with bits! |
more!
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in a pair, I remove who neither be nor me, in fact, I don’t babysit with them, I eat
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that is, it makes no sense as such to wait for the side of the coin,
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I hit the beat. |
to lay on top smoothly give jazz
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diga beat and I are an old family. |
we are stronger no more no less exactly - 2 times
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good as long as the weather team "on the horses." take your ass right away
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digga k k k k k k crocodile kila par is named.
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this game is for nothing. |
because I am the guarantor
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Digga is a wall. |
which is not afraid of a ram
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if the boy is fearless - throw a copper one into the sky,
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but you will not see victory - the coin has 2 eagles
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MC get drunk after sparring with Diga
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I don’t have a vark, well, just jump. |
even in ads. |
in reebok
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waiting for such forever stupid boots fig
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and if it's 1999 outside, then I'm that fierce old League
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willy-nilly you will fall with loss of face
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more on the battlefield you will not be a kid.
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the coin will show the eagle I give 100% to you about
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I'll give you a bet bro. |
stock and coffin are waiting for you
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wish prize drop
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give it to the one who fiercely crushes the vigers and moves the bix torso with a bit. |
Digga is your big BOSS.
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if you still think that you can easily bear me, boy
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then let me help my brother. |
I myself will pee 2 fingers on you
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one way or another, in vain you treat mister, you throw sparks.
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you aim for the prize.
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a coin will soon fall from the sky. |
you will meet death with her, yes, instantly soaring
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you will sit down in the dust
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your incomprehensible text is lousy. |
yes, no soul. |
he is almost all.
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he put a 2-ton dick on him. |
my same text is glitter and chic.
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put the knives in their sheaths
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and if they ask the question "is it possible to consider that R.M.D carried you out?"
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say you can |