We make turnips not behind the lava,
You wanted to get out of here, there is no market
We didn’t appreciate the efforts, the walken flies into the fuck
And we fucked your half-baked rap.
Tell us about the bitches, about the queens,
Your face tells us that you are a calorie eater.
And you yourself are boring, but why, man?
You fight for space like a hachimuchi
Oh jeez. No homo
Temple is now up to your throat,
We haven’t met you yet, fuck it,
It's like being at home.
We are fresh as wild menthol, you
You look like you are the children of cops,
We rolled the eggs out onto the dinner table,
It's trash talk for you, it looks like trash talk
You will not receive respect not from the audience, not from the judges
We are not interested in what you draw there,
You're a beaver, not a bomb, has the bitch seen your teeth?
You're a poser and it's a disgrace to remove rap from YouTube,
His desks, cut the fuck out, we beat you tenfold,
You were so happy to pass, but the facts of this desk,
They say the opposite
Don't try to compete with the serve, man,
I thought with my head who you decided to butt heads with?
This is how your life begins, be afraid
balls in a clamp and you thought you couldn't escape
Blok so wants to chop off a piece, battle,
Where is he the little boy, I'm the deacon
Makes faces at me, oh God no,
To relax him you need to tickle his heel.
It got hot on stage from a Ukrainian and a German
The girl next door already wants to take off her clothes
Yes, here a ton of dirt flies right into the opponent’s fuck,
The motherfuckers will put up with anything.
Who else is here for the example?
I fly into the beat, as a result, your block is not the top here
You drown the micro with your watery flow
They lured you onto the stage to fuck you in the mouth
Why the hell are they still here? no one will fucking understand
Bullshit in steel here in the temple building
These micro blocks are a reason for suffering
I fly into the beats, it’s cramped for four of us
You're ok on the beats, but you're not interesting (oh shield fight)
True story
Did the boy's rap pick up the pace here?
They're piling on here, but you're not worthy
because of your rap your grandma is in a coma
Fucker is tearing up the bits
And your tour, cities - from padik to yard
Ceiling today is your treasure moment
We have a subscription to fuck these bitches
True story..
Both of you are not ready to take out the Temple yet.
I'm running to the top, will your rap change the results? OK
Battle from the dens?
"And these are your favorites, it is impossible to defeat them
You see... say the performers of the criticism
On the bits of credibility, but in reality you are fucking
We came to fuck in St. Petersburg
