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I'm doing kchow accelerating to supersonic chamomile tea is constantly in me like hip-hop I'm tired of relying on self-control for a long time I didn't finish for a long time and ended up committing suicide with the day of my burning ass mixed mood fuck plus fuck I'm not just infected I'm also a carrier repeat my sad bullshit I'm unfortunately not a vegetable I would have had my bones washed for my stupid stitches I bought underpants they madecotton blue stripe in the style of varicose veins metro line this is a pit under a very long coffin die die be reborn again die die soon you will see Dima flex in the pantheon of the only god with the only like and the only view people say I have disappeared and am mired in ignoring the words nothing my lips are silent about more inside I am still the same pipeline punch monster but my plan would be to stop being a sucker on my T-shirtAivazovsky scribbled a fanfic kolobok with a cyclops life is so short but I would make it shorter here is a puzzle just hanging by a thread from the ceiling I remember cut the rope was late for the vertebra and lost my temper but on bail I broke something and it became ok I fucked up the password for the bins with the remnants of what I could call myself I don’t give a fuck I’m going piece by piece like an Autobot from scratch in a move from the slag that accidentally turned out to beat hand and it just so happened that you just said hello to me I will take into account your mistakes this time it will turn out not to be a cocksucker listen to me son rap is not crap for the mind especially yours to understand this I can delete the dialogue and you will communicate with yourself your ears have not grown to the flow my conscience is clear I washed it in my pants pocket Pontius Pilate the old man don’t poke a stick into this shit, he can’t help him re-read you by a schoolboydumbass and you will continue to hate, you will go to work at a factory where the gadget inspector will force you to go on a day off, you will say okay, because the mortgage fucked your mouth, and about the album, the dog barks, the caravan is coming, and I am fucking and always ready, you know who and you know what, I start the countdown of your credibility, you pretend to be a fool convincingly, I have a spider sense, a symptom of anonymity, almost immediately the footwork is activated on meI can’t take it in numbers, but you can take it in numbers today, a discount in a sense, I’m digital to introduce the course of affairs for you stupid, I need customs and border guards, I have the same personality composition, just the firewood has been updated, your firewood is only suitable for heating a bathhouse in the winter, make sure you don’t go down to a lighter and a spoon during your lunch break, you should clean the tremors, you’re a combination of vodka and beer, that’s your niche trying to get out, I’m not fucking impresseda child in captivity of his childhood ambitions, the cancer in your ass will develop more, you read at least one book, because you will choose the one with fewer pages and more pictures, be afraid of the fagot, the outcome is obvious and it is as harsh as the climate, you are not walking in the weather, because in the weather, you are lying and not breathing, this song is just like your life, it will also end with a rhyme and its duration depends on how lazy I am