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Fordítási probléma jelentése
Today’s your special day — your birthday!
So from the bottom of my heart, I just wanna say...
Congrats to you and your lovely family.
And now... I wrote a sweet little poem just for you.
I don’t care where you from — I see weakness in your roots,
Ukrainian spine? I bend it — stompin’ dreams in steel boots.
You a Ukrainian king? Then I’m the Russian winter,
Ice in my veins — make your whole crew splinter.
You reppin’ Ukraine? Cool, wear it like a flag —
But I treat you like a suitcase — stomp you, then drag.
You rep flags? I rep bodybags — cold precision,
You write poems, I write death — that’s lyrical division.
You ain’t a soldier, just a cosplay coward in threads,
I leave Ukrainians speechless — not ‘cause of fear, but ‘cause they dead.
WLUV
Threw You Some Racks For Skins, Dont Say I Never Loved You, Bby