Timokha, you're not my brother and no longer a renegade,
Who are you, I should know, your mother.
In all OGRPK put dick on your opinion,
I destroy you as Talalaeva Melnikov.
Sold for three rubles guys from the BIOS,
Fake allowed our group to make,
And now hiding under the guise of a duck mug,
I Makarych - accept leather cartridge, bitch
You are smeared with margarine? Wolves right there,
The other day I received a letter to appear in court stranzburgsky,
Go his way - is to accept Islam,
Fakes are not held in Zyulkers Clan! They shall not pass!
Dusk-Ice, went to hell in my 36 cards decks
In Skype you master the language flog we your mother in her mouth.
I was at your concert, man, you brought 10 people
And after received pizdyuley and took my cock tasting.
Evgeny Melnikov dead, leave him alone,
Remove fake and lift a cup of tea for the peace,
He died for our sins, as Bob Bogdanov and Madoka,
By the way, Madoka - garbage, but that's another story.
In the admin another dick - is Dmitry Nyashkin,
Creator bios, I sent him a ticket to the slop pail,
This moron buys page VKontakte,
How did he lack of conscience, because he lives on a pension mother?
Fakes threaten Diss and blocking group,
They are waiting for a reaction, but our response - in their mouths dickhead,
Going against Zyulkers - this, at least, stupid,
Our stuff is played on the radio, under his sway in the clubs.
