Текст песни DANCHESS - Письмо фанату

Hey bald, aren't you tired of trashing your diss songs?
Are you jerking your pussy at me? Yes, something is not clean here.
A month later he wrote me an answer, you're fast as fuck,
Rapid fire in the flesh, the bald bastard of the artist.
Do you know what I see in you? Unflattering gunda,
Track after track is the same bullshit, nasal depression.
Go see an ENT specialist or a speech therapist
It's good to moo in the tracks, they're almost incomprehensible.
Rapper, hello, you've been in rap for a long time
And it seems like there are plenty of tracks, but your ceiling is the bottom.
Where are the concert tours, fees, fan base?
Your progress just sounds like it's coming from the toilet.
You're Chepinkos on minimum wage - a lot of show-offs,
But what have you achieved to pretend to be a king?
He believed in himself too much, he came at me again,
My most loyal fan, I'm going crazy with you.
I'm tearing you apart, now everything is in its place,
Your new step is a new collapse, I’m moving forward at full speed.
You are old, you can barely stand on your feet, I set you on fire and scattered your ashes,
Your train left, it was late, you were nothing and became nothing.
What about the facts? You used to be adequate - somehow strange,
I was a little prick, hanging out with you, reading about the herd.
But then I noticed - your cap came off, put on your crown,
ChSV grew and began to throw show-offs indiscriminately.
I don't give a fuck about people, there are so many fucking fuckers,
I then left, realizing that you and I were on a different route.
And now you troll, diss, hate me so hard,
I’m different and now the nasal one is vomiting on the squeaky bits.

My vocals aren't really that good.
And one day, my favorite fan noticed this
And I decided to show with my own example how to do it
Beautiful, melodic songs.
Let's listen to him...
Your French kiss knocks you off your feet like a shot.
Let's give him a round of applause - it's brilliant.

It would seem that the older a person is, the smarter and wiser he becomes.
But unfortunately this doesn’t work for everyone.
And those who were clowns remain clowns to this day.
They remain children who love to boast about their minor successes.
Alyosha, listen...

Forget about rap, you're screwed, stop ruining other people's beats
Your skills are arrogance and the most stupid show-off.
I don’t give a fuck about you, but where did I step on shit like that?
How many years have passed, and you still stink from then on.
A star for local schoolgirls - you're fucking popular,
Your split personality says one thing.
You consider yourself to be an extraordinary person,
But it infuriates you inside that no one is still bald.
No growth, year after year still with the same paddock,
Completely broken and only saved by irrepressible ambition.
I have nothing to share with you, what the fuck are arguments,
Go work like a man, don’t record your moans.
What you? Don't you like me? Yeah, fuck that
You bark like a lousy mongrel at a shitty verse,
You poke at me with my past, but what are you going to tell me now?
Show your fangs, but even with them you’re not the least bit scary.
I couldn’t read the verse and even put it on minus,
But a minus will not help if you yourself are a complete minus.
Try, write me tracks and make videos,
Is there any point in this? Lyosha, ask yourself a question.
For me, you are a pain in the ass - remember this Alyosha,
I don't want to pay attention to you anymore.
I don't see the point in wasting time on a moral monster,
Keep jerking off, have a productive new year.