Lived - there was a rapper Noize MS, did not interfere with anyone, did not silence anyone,
On the heads of the bikes of shit did not lil, and even in the forum I do not flood ...
Those who judged the ass did not lie, wrote a minus himself and sawed too,
And wherever he did not speak, the Hall ohueval, even if Noize was killed in the trash.
On freestyle fucked any, never read the blanks,
As if the heap Zhalil enemy, the word rhymed, give only a reason.
But once 11 some citizens decided
That he is an unimportant rhymepill and the next round will not pass.
It was a mistake, noize he is a malicious chib
And if he wants, it will make that a smile will disappear from the face forever.
"Dick with you, Goldfish!" - he said and immediately began
Dissens to compose on all judges in a row, killing them with a read ...
The first was injured by Tengiz, when he heard his diss,
Scrolling it in Winamp'e a couple of times, described and under the ceiling.
Followed right behind him, Vitamin, from Hip-hop.ru Team.
Do you know what happened further pancake? Only one stayed at the end!
Chorus:
11, 10, 9 - Well, who is there next?
8, 7, 6, 5, 4 - Afraid, no yet?
3, 2, 1, - and so afraid, it is already particularly no one!
Well, what is Alla? Clearly you morality of this track, fucking?
(x2)
Seva C has changed in his face when he suddenly on the disk with my track appeared,
He pulled out a gun, and his right temple took his sight ...
Give and Gabon Viper, also imposed hands on
Rapper X, Thuglifer and Radj'y also had to go there.
Tactics and trunk understood both that they were not a place on the hive hip-hop,
And in harmon with the rest hurried to cover the lid of the coffin.
Only DIME did not commit suicide with him, but just went into the cock,
Dynamite meetings, and grabbed the liver, comes a booger to work,
He suffers from cirrhosis. Such here is tough in the life of the prose,
No, it is at all, fucking, not a threat, and the hint is so thick just ...
It is not too late, judges, better think about yourself, is it no easier for you
Microphone and studio clock?!
Chorus:
11, 10, 9 - Well, who is there next?
8, 7, 6, 5, 4 - Afraid, no yet?
3, 2, 1, - and so afraid, it is already particularly no one!
Well, what is Alla? Do you understand the morality of this track fuck?
(x2)