Это похорона. моим хейтерам Я рвать готов .хоть убей братан
Но слова .не птица Вылетит. убийца Вижу страх .в их лицах Хотят попасть .в больницу
Ведь там .безопасней От чёрных псов .их пасти Но я не злой .не парься Всем мир .это их праздник No time .on the game I wish only peace My brothers. Only tigers Wait for my style. Live
I'm clean .on bark I'm clean. Not a byte Wild flow. As cliche He thought alone.
But the brightest. From the crowd And at the same time .in black son They are just dogs. And this is shame My style is a disease. And I caught a cold
I'm inspired. To all haters. On your koment .no words Facespalm. And I'm ready
Listen West. Wild Beasts They fly .so fly I study. I throw Our thought .you are wrong
Black wild .doberman Crazy Brothers. Hooligans Called .Namber van Beware. in the gun bag
They say simple .and fucking not fashionable Style mainstream shadow .and he's fucked hungry
This style is to your liking. It's something like Not trap mainstream .but my style wanders everywhere
Flow hater byte Sper type style
Dipsai. On the microphone They are squeezed and driven And what am I here .Do not argue But in me the demon.
I was called an exorcist In my soul, my style is. He thought. there will be a shot But he died .so fast
To tear on bits. The rhyme is not that Not a fucker. and not water I'm on the waves. Do a bang Vasya yells wah. Who is the deletant
Hookain. Smoke Hook bein. Salute Kill it Here lay the .sud
This is a funeral. my haters I'm ready to tear. At least kill bro
But the words. Not a bird Will fly out. killer I see fear. In their faces They want to get to the hospital.
It’s safer there. From black dogs. Their mouth But I'm not evil. Do not worry Everyone peace. This is their holiday