Artem Morgunov Biography

Plus, we jumped from the balconies, because the wings have our rhymes ate everyone-cattle-farz, could not get into the porridge pants, because we had a huge snout of bread during the winter! I did not eat him, he pursued me! Croasan, snail, rum-woman, pan about chocolate! He demanded to use himself even for dinner, smear on fuagra, began to dumplings and sushi, ate - was tired, we are weak before the pressure of calories, did not fuck their ox, I ate the dog, but this is not true for a long time, right now, sir!

And Ovsyankin sang B. If it had not been a vegan - this grass sucked all the strength from it, poor fellow, and I am a meat -eater, a dick like a pistol, maybe I will die from cancer, after three hundred years! Ziga, I love to eat tightly! Shish-Kobab and a baklava diet of Dyusha, Robin-Bobin-Barabek does not make such a thing, I have a frog in Paris! Mr., slaughter and feast with Mount Birgarden, Knaip, Browraika - I am mine everywhere!

Thirteen zero two, twenty -second May! I became old - it's time to get a whore! E, I was like Dr. Dutlitl when I was in vain with those donkeys, we were in vain and we are Madden in Russia, as if kimniki stuffed with meanings, like wise men from the first desks? Yes, we were the best from the first desks! This sound is soft and warm, like a cashmere! Those who ate a lot of porridge in the childhood of a malakanka, Pepsi, and you have a porridge in the texts of the gage, the bird of the Phoenix, the fall of Yeltsin, we fucked all the Heracles, what should we do in Greece?

Six trunks bark like a couple of Cerberus! Your Bo wrote on the forehead the property of the label Antihape! Who let the dug out? It was as if you fell asleep in the subway, you didn’t get off the bolts, I pour the powder right on Laptop! I do not smoke Crak, am I selling What are you talking ABOUT? ABOUT My Gang! These new rans do not have to look here! Do not get out, you will not have Battla worse!

A skirmish with me, as if to plunge with a fuck in a hornet, I climb under your skin, like a scabble tick! Start me on Fit, like a terrorist without an inspection in a public place, because these lines hide a bomb! They will not spare anyone, he will hook the one who on the left and on the right I love you Patsa, but you will be dead than the soloist Buchenwald Flava! Indeed, for me, hip hop, like a grill content, I will give out so many hot pieces, they will not even eat their pill trill, I was and will even retire them like the execution of unarmed studio sessions!

So complain to the UN, Niga! I am open, like a necronomicon, you are a book in an ass with a tongue, or your name will be knocked out with a dick on grave plates! What You Got? I’m only on the take-off, like Em at 16 before the exit of Slim Shady LP and is charged like m16 p-rr-rim that I have nothing to oppose me to the girls whistle hot than a kettle on the stove! I am unusual, my Bless is brighter than Betelgaze, you had more bombed bombs than America on Vietnam, if the Hitman was at number 47 killer, then even Perelman got rid of my desks!

I am King Peter! The Roy of Critics stings me, but I will fuck Lana Del Rey, like a kid from Salem is a guest desk, but there are more bars than in the Duma, this is so Very High, did you think I was stolen? It's time to get a fuck!