akana... ovo je jedna poruka za hamidovice, od raskica, raskinovih sinova, 9 sinova koji zive u zagrebu... da im jebem mrtve. posto mi ne volimo da psujemo mrtve, mi cemo da im jebemo mrtve, zene, unucadi, praunucadi, BIJELE CELE!!! cak cemo i to jebati, posto oni vole puno da psuju mrtve a mi nemamo tu narav, a sad cemo da mi jebemo mrtve... a ne samo mrtve, ja cu jebati mrtve a brat zive... aaa kad budete dosli u hrvatsku u zagrebu cete da najebete, jebat cu vam djecu cu vam jebat, ovo da zapamtite dok ste zivi, sta su raskinovi sinovi... jebem li vam mrtve da vam jebem hamidovicko, jebem li vam one mrtve, one mrtve sapuje!!! duvanovu kvrgu da jebem, onu mrtvu.. i pinjeta da jebem... MRTVOG!! sve da im jebem mrtvo ono hamidovicko, a safetu preporucujem da cu mu jebati onu bateriju sto ima u sebi, da mu jebem djecu da mu jebem, sto sam mu jebo kcerke. *grickanje kospi* moj brat jede kospice ne moze da prica, ja cu za njega pricati...

where are you right now? what life are you living? everyday you wake up in same place doing exact same things living same life you did yesterday when you are yong you wanna afraid to do things diferently you lived as free man but now you are chained they said you are free but are you realy? ! I say its time to break free, free from that with you are enprogram to be and become that you are borned to be.

my srbijo brata!

цинге цинге цинге цинге па каже Из далека чују се пушке, топови напред јуришају храбри соколи, напред јуришају храбри соколи. Русак брани Вијенац а Дуле Шујанац, Циго флинта Краљицу, Дешо ЧименКланац,Русак брани Вијенац а Дуле Шујанац, Циго флинта Краљицу, Дешо ЧименКланац. Цинге цинге цинге други дио цинге цинге то су храбри момци узавреле крви , то су храбри момци узавреле крви на челу колоне иде Бекшо први , на челу колоне иде Бекшо први

My Brother, inform my buddies that I am leaving, I will leave comfort of this Dunya and go where I do not tell, My Brother, inform my buddies that I am leaving, I will leave comfort of this Dunya and go where I do not tell, To goodness Of al-Rahman in comfort if I am buried, I explode the barracks enemies, how they sold out and how they betrayed, To goodness of al-Rahman in comfort if I am buried, I explode the barracks enemies, how they sold out and how they betrayed, Do you see their gardens with palm trees what I see, Do you hear the sound of their artillery, tabors, her wedding dazzles, Do you see their gardens with palm trees what I see, Do you hear the sound of their artillery, tabors, her wedding dazzles, Smoke Of my bombs is musk and wind Of my missile is ambergris My brother, if I died follow me, the age of humiliation does not last, Smoke Of my bombs is musk and wind Of my missile is ambergris My brother if I died follow me the age of humiliation does not last

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