Миссионер - WLVSTЬ Battle - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Reached such heights as brazenly, here you shout to the masses in a megaphone,

Your rap is a piece of slag, mine is cool, like a leader.

Wait, condom, for disasters, disasters and violence,

Your fame has not grown, it was crossed in childhood.

I am back in action,

I came to the battle - the roosters are singing solo.

Your ass is blown up strictly, asshole,

They always dump the suckers here in a crowd.

This is Power Battle, you will not become a magician,

Shut your mouth, muggle, everyone fall to the floor.

Your passion is cotton wool, I wanted to get up - I fell,

Where to wait for you, date, I will come to fuck the herd.

Rapper, excuse me, even if you are a dad, I am the one who will soon rob the rulers here,

Seeing me, everyone washes away from the battle, as if standing under the pressure of water.

Your rap is hilarious to the stupid, it's ripped to pieces, just like you, and mine is a blow to the back of the head with a crowbar,

OMON is like for cattle, my desk is not a blanket, but after it, everyone is tightly covered.

You are a shitty rapper, never got out of the bottom - your second nickname,

Are you a soldier in rap, with a war behind you? I don't give a shit, I rip off stripes.

You yourself are not a fountain, and your text is water, I stuffed him with bullshit in a drunken stupor,

You got into a couple, I took out the sucker faster than a match burns out.