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*OaEGh*

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Joł

Hip-hop unites, not divides
I sadly agree here
Connects my dick
And your woman's mouth
Here's a rap fetish for you, victim
Your crack is as ugly as carrion
To impregnate your old lady
A veterinarian was called
I fix your makeup
With the help of a stick
I make a pizza out of your face
Italians scream "mamma mia!"
Fuck off, eyeball hitter
I bring out the artillery
Your man is a snowman
..............ending the holidays

In your pussy, batteries
Know the alphabet, build villages
Which is why the only one wanting to enter with the gang
Is Wojtek Cejrowski
Figure it out, bitch
I'm talking about that traveler
Your pussy disgusts him so much
That he would wear shoes there

I would like to be at your wedding
The groom will be furious
When he finds out that nearly half of your guests
Have slept with you
I diminish your sense of self-worth
This track, bitch, will mock you
I will evoke shame, outrage
I am like a turd in the bed

I distil moonshine in the hut
I feel like cursing
My hands right at my ass
This track makes you wheelchair-bound
....................................[... for a liter of vodka?]
Stupid sower of fat hogs
In the fucking passenger compartment [?]
For fucking cars.
A clean mess is ready
I swear like a cobbler, rude gesture
Pussies, whores, dicks
I construct a meat launcher
And after a jar of Gerber
It's me, the evil sniper
on every rape victim
you'll find my DNA

Your lady MC for a wage
Yearns for skills
Osis, AC, Diamond D
These are not names of fast food
Your lyrics are garbage
Twists, drags, whores, goods
Lepper listened to your demo
Then promptly vomited
Talking about played-out embarrassment
It's hard to endure, bitch
Rap is like a Rubik's cube
And you are color blind
No talent for arranging, get out of here
Famous star of poor verses
Bloody thug
Eat a whole pallet of Snickers bars

Think about your choice of words?
Because so far it's a mockery
Say your prayers, you're not living anymore
The Darwin Award awaits
On the side dressed as Santa Claus
I'm making fun of myself
Fantasizing about your grandma
I beat off on her grave

Feet tripping over stools
Meadows, chestnuts, lackeys
Your skills are way behind
Stephen Hawking has better flow
Spit your shitty rapper
How dare you pretend to be a braggart
Asked a housewares store
Looking at a Soviet stall

I distil moonshine in the hut
I feel like cursing
My hands right at my ass
This track makes you wheelchair-bound
....................................[... for a liter of vodka?]
Stupid sower of fat hogs
In the fucking passenger compartment [?]
For fucking cars.
A clean mess is ready
I swear like a cobbler, rude gesture
Pussies, whores, dicks
I construct a meat launcher
And after a jar of Gerber
It's me, the evil sniper
on every rape victim
you'll find my DNA

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