No need to be Vanga when at death tango
They begin to go there, we are given a gong!
Selections are casting for the role of finalists,
Terminator like I - the enemy hasta la vista!
I eat with a diet, I want meat,
Like a child with matches - I burn out hassle!
Like an engineer in a skillset, he changed a couple of nuts,
And now the judge does not scold me!
You say: my ceiling is close, but I'm a giant!
I let my hands die, blow up like a volcano,
All will be hit by shrapnel
And under the skin of the tracks you climb like tattoos!
(You ...) stuffed Beatles, but they didn’t hum, you didn't give a damn, because - not a cake,
And your pair of tracks will not send a tone to the top!
Is it only in the furnace to give ignition
After that, those who will remember the faces will come out!
Opponents are kettles, boil water piss off my tracks,
And the phrases are hot, with them the computer is boiling!
I'm like a football player taking punches for chasing,
How Isinbayeva raise the bar!
All ms sweat, now you fapay topic,
But rap dad in the body, his sons will take places in fact!
And although tango or waltz, we need to give a show,
So that our battle does not go out, the time has come now!
I used to watch from the bottom on all your glory,
But now I’m going to rant you all here!
