You challenge me, the guy from the world of glamorous pussies,
Illusory as a teaser, minuscule, Mirra Lokhvitskaya charm leasing.
Where only the animals of Mowgli survived, at once the chantrap refreshed you punks,
Pidorov threw into a hole, where sharp sticks and caustic punch.
I survived what you didn’t even see, well, let’s crap, that I’ve written this style,
I’ll squeeze a new touch out of you, and I’ll add moody to my staf.
These are many months of prim feelings, these are years of self-education of thought,
This is what you masturbate, while your kents on the list hung like mice.
Every wisdom needs knowledge, but does not depend on knowledge, mind you,
Every bitch needs money, but doesn’t want to work - idle death.
Every second cunt that he is powerful, but only every twentieth will answer,
Everyone here wants his throne under assassination, but his skills are porridge and cotton wool.
Every step you take, except for birth, and then jump,
It's my life nigga, doing business here means surviving.
Fluorescent League in the twenty-first century morons,
They decide all the money, and if not, they decide all the good money.
And you won’t take the guy out. Your hip hop is suicidal!
All this is like a wild dance, the throne will be occupied with me!
My flow move with horses like you we broke!
And then more, we blew up and explode!
Russian Rap is a whore, like people popping into a porn star,
There are a lot of fagot boys, but even lesbians don’t want to be paid here.
Everyone flies here like the Oriole birds, looking for their staf in the center of the south,
Few people will stay here, because the spinning machine spins the centrifuge.
And I’m not averse to standing in this fight, to fuck you, and after the act,
To smoke your cigarettes, the victory is easy, and the loss is clear without a fact. (so that)
Dominant in competition, humiliate fiercely and dominate, creed,
I am the embodiment of what the demiurge will tell you boldly for your sins.
And your success painted away will wash away at once, your principles, your style put on,
You behave like pop popped, in the dark we will drag the owls.
Not a great artifact, but tells you to do a fact on a cotton swab,
And I’m doing it right, even if you got here by pull.
Well fucking now that I'm skidding on Lok Doga, wimp, and I won’t advance,
I will show you the Cerberus power, the speed of the cheetah, in one face the virus.
Coming out of the flesh chasing you I will show you the verge of fatality
By doing this, I am breaking all myths and secrets about myself.
