| 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 |