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Rhymes are not for bucks - we are not like Gazprom,

Our stuff, like a parabellum cleaning the sheaf

I fuck who are you: punk or rocker,

Mike or Rocky Balboa -Hope the firing!

Club hats about cars and hastl, but no

I live in Russia and this ticket is dear to me

Where the cop does not see the smoked eyes,

Where rap appreciates fighters with excitement,

Not under the table and back, you are in the internet thunderstorm

A bunch of shit for a bazaar with a forecast for tomorrow.

My day is a mystery

Weekdays: in terms of shadow behind the frame

The minimum of truth in their sound and facts

I will reveal the cards like a cold mountain dupes

Cold St. Petersburg, rhymes tons of rod

While you get the styles ... in a panic

We spend a sheet on the dinner to be in tone for 100

Bro, you understand!

Bitter is more so that my Floo wrapps your heads like hypnosis.

Ready verse, what to ask for 0, as if my brain exploded with a Trotil

You leave me lava and faster, lovers to wait \ rush your

No one is to blame, you did not seem to know why this styl was appreciated with us.

Fakes whine like children, although not strange

Their noses stick out from under the ground - I buried them.

We put the stigma on you - now you can’t go! Without your help, ha, let's go to the final.

These headshot are specifically for lubricant shortcomings,

You are stupid like after a splif, but you didn't smoke

All your pack is like a bunch of coprofils

Whatever you do will be shit, understand.

Must pay tribute to you.

You can do a good copy of the black style ... I will give it!

Something like yes!

But you will write you a check on the track to hell, it will be sick that there will be a trembling in your feet or then in your pants.

This is your epilogue: yesterday in shocking on cuisines+ 3 non -permanent

Bottom line: You died with thirst.

We go to your house without getting off under the noise

Then, to also stain your reputation

Without show -offs between the fingers and in the dance - what should we be sad?

There are 2 ways and where to go, to whom it is finished

Your steam will fall under the blow

They would pay to the floor,

But we are on the throne of half a half on chicks

The team is not so hot, but so far you are on the heels

We shaved you, from now on your name is Minigan Win Diesel

We know each of your on -duty move

But what should I remember from those terrible notes?

Certainly. If all this is for the sake of a joke, then I will laugh among the last laugh

And sign up with a knife!

Tell Fucked then Up, Fucked Minigun!

Fucked then up, fucked minigun!

Fucked then up, fucked minigun! Fucked minigun! Fucked minigun! (X2