Текст песни Sterжень - Будете Судимы

Verse 1:

Many people think that we don't need to fight here,
The type of karma will befall everyone - the boomerang principle.
I'm such a rhyme maker - the message is dying
And a little fucking - I take out the bass.

Dissecting opponents is wild childishness
Judges, take your breath. I’ll write out pussies for you.
Participants Misyura dissipated, so much, of course.
A la: child described the sofa? Piss him to the playpen, you!

Kadik is also good - obviously he drank kumis,
For a plus sign for an ax, fucking, I would have interrupted that rat.
Catching attention to yourself is a vain candidate.
Read about the Adam's apple on the battle - there will be a handicap right away.

The Lord played with dimensions. This is how the Iskander appeared.
Does not explain the marks, answers: did not look.
Do not expect a notice in his words of logic.
What's cool about battle rap can two slits see?

All normal judges are interfering with the passage.
Vanilla without an Internet, because Ilyushka does not fumble.
Someone from the quorum got fucked without a pale.
I'll go graze the deer ... Near the forum.

And I don't need effects here to smash
Someone who is in a pair, whether he is a battler or a transvestite mod.
Will you present for a repeat? These I fend off moments
After all, someone on the plate copied the comments.

Chorus:

I read it into a beat, I picked up the rhythm.
And the triple rhymes brought the meaning to good.
I measured the syllables, controlled the lines with a ruler.
And the fucking judge railed in the comments again.

You will be judged, I am themis hoo,
Because of you, I am entitled to milk for the harmfulness.
If I hadn't been sure, I really wouldn't have come here.
I will outweigh your cup with my heavy temper.

Verse 2:

The task is fucked up, like "don't touch the enemy."
Somehow thrifty, or something, in the spirit of a chastity belt.
Opponents will be a priori lousy,
Each of them simply turns on my dick.

This shit would be more suitable for a rhyme.
I am a far-sighted pragmatist, so I won't go to Poland.
Pasha, you're talking about Wirth for the hundredth time, remember, don't give a fuck to me.
I need marriage to fuck you twice as hard.

It is by order of Chendzha ukrov drowns the United States.
And according to my word - so that no one survives there
And I'm so freemason that my dick is pyramidal.
From mortars huyaryu aptly straight into the subway with murakami.

What is the culture of turnip singers? It seems like tonnes.
They don't just pull the notes, they pull the battle into the water.
The old days are gone, nowadays the rapper is weak in spirit.
You go to give pussies to the enemies, and here is a lure.

They'll wind snot like chains around their fist
Seeing the stacks of assessments, they groan like virgins.
The task is not for Xavier - I need the storm.
If not for the judge, I would say that my opponent will

Stupid hoopoe, bitch, freak, goof, fuck, dick and puppy,
Noob, dumbass, liar and wretched, oh and trouble, limit and goldfinch.
Do not drive, they say, the author does not know the task,
It's just that bass needs to pass the exam better tomorrow.

Epilogue:

Remember, it's a quality issue, not a number of attacks.
And everyone will experience their own karmic rollback.
And in life there is more serious batol and rakesome estimates.
I will do everything to grab hold of history.

Respect to those who have not pissed to fight in words.
We are the ones who will not put faces under the swing.
This is the core, this is the batol, these are the principles of battle.
How long can you mumble? Hit, you dumbass, in a normal way!

No matter how everyone chanted for songs in chorus.
This is a battle, a battlefield, a field of abuse, battles.
I'll stuff each one with bolts.
This is a battle, a battlefield, a field of abuse, battles.
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