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My freestyle is cool, even when the voice is broken.

For me, freestyle is such a conversation form.

You read what they write about you on the forums

Several thousand people send you choir nah

Yes, I'm Krasava Stirlitz, and you are poor Borman.

With such a muzzle to sweep you in the restroom

I am cool, for me minus 20 - norm.

Oh, mans, watch not frosting your body

Hey, Tikhonya, for you came full of calm

* whistle * go, treat with dog food

That's your mouth covered like a gambling business.

Are you Zhenya Petrosyan, or Misha Zadornov?

I am 5 element, multipass, Dallas Cherban

You or cop, or Vasya - Popcorn seller

It's time to remember that I am a 100% striker

Yeah, graduated from Harvard, bought a huge Ford, fucking

After me, you pass, brother. My spectative is my face, my pass-port.

On your speaking, I will go, better go kopai as-falla

I am a master of avant-garde came out of the party

You are a master shit, because your house zoo

Saunny major, ecoly friendly than smart

Like you fuck running from us like Forest Gump

I will overtake the globe, like Sea Sinbad, I will arrange the show, like Simpsons: Homer and Bart.

I will wait for you how my son is waiting to turn your show in the day

Here you are the type, Balablabla, the Meta Metta, the broom of the mixture.

Here you are the type, Balablabla, the Meta Metta, the broom of the mixture.

Here you are the type, Balablabla, the Meta Metta, the broom of the mixture.

Here you are the type, Balablabla, the Meta Metta, the broom of the mixture.

Perm of the boy and listen ...

My style is not old, call me Superstar, my freestyle, imagine, clean as a crystal.

Here stuck, your styled with full insanity became. You passed your post, litter and count to one hundred

The explosive, like a crystal playful, I am fast as twist, Mr., not Wist as a vista, I have a full Bakt rhymes, another three hundred canister.

Through the defisis is written the phrase guy - humorist, do not hurry, artist, otherwise you will fly with a whistle

When in my column in a wheelbarrow shakes a rapchik, under the tablet. Boy, I'm not a car, but a tank.

We are not bored with native nurses, and your Masha will get my pet

While your Tanya is crying with his ball, I put the bif to the leased bit, and smeared.

Caught a long time Tanechkin Ball Summary, those for theft robel drove you at randoms

I like an oasis somewhere in sugar

This is Mirage Vasya, from where in the desert dendor

Passionable as UAZ, big as Hummer

Yes even vanilla Ice go through legs

If I fly, then not at 134 m, and only me smoking on board.

In the luggage compartment, I will find you, with a cigarette in the mouth, where there is enough space for the passe

In my voice bass, I do not eat like Vitas, I don't look like Pieha Stas, on rap grew

Once, near the subway, I grazed your unique bass: you shawarma or fakhidos

I grab the gills, I regret, sound in the Mafon. If you are with a mop, sorry, I'm with a microphone.

This is not a mop, but broom, I am a magician, understood? Abrakadabra, turn you into a pony

Here you are the type, Balablabla, the Meta Metta, the broom of the mixture. (many times)