| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| This is poison in your wounds!
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| Like a snake injecting poison into your wounds
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| How easy is it to call me fake
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| Come and see how I live, and seal it up!
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| Wave the keys to meren at us
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| You will be pierced with anything, including the skull!
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| There are no lanterns on, everyone knows their neighbor
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| Half of my friends sat on the bunk for the cause
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| Shiri spread and drink drunks
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| Yesterday one bastard killed a whole family
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| They don't go outside without a stone in their pocket
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| Give me gypsy grief. |
| Oh, woe to Vanya's mother!
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| We both know - you were fucked in the ass in the zone
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| We both know - the bald man has a contact in law
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| You're more of a cop than me - I'm more of a street than you
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| Crap and gossip of a toady - that's what you breathe, Judas
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| This is for everyone who mows under the streets - the streets will be asked from everyone!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| This is poison in your wounds!
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes! |
| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| Like a snake injecting poison into your wounds
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| You were shitting at home with every rustle, stink
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| On New Year's Eve, I walked around Moscow in a fur coat to the floor!
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| You are flattened with anger, as if you tore off a bucket
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| Hooligans like you were thrown under the subway
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| People like you were undressed, removed rings and chains
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| Rappers were simply killed without emotion and purpose
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| Purposefully searched for the keys of a foreign car
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| And they put the question point-blank - life or grandmas!
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| There were many such stories
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| Guess why Kazantip is now in Evpatoria
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| And if you are such a bandit and robber
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| Speak there - I'm sure they will accept it with dignity!
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| Our motto was to wet the cattle,
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| And it’s better to ask Decl yourself what happened in Kerch
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| Show must go on, empty corridor
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| I was the first to launch the tomato!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| This is poison in your wounds!
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z" |
| Like a snake injecting poison into your wounds
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| Since when are we friends again?
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| When I was looking for help, every butt was tight!
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| I'm at the top - and I don't owe anyone
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| Yes, I fell from the blow and got up again
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| Made minus by minus, weighed every word of the album
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| What is appreciated in me, guess for yourself
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| It's just that my rap hits the hearts!
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| Recognize and lower your eyes to the floor
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| One of my punches and you're already ashamed of the album!
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| This is my humble rap present
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| But next to him, your releases, like a representative
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| I am St. John's wort, you are blown away by the wind, boy
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| Near your village Koblenz - Metropol!
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| I'll headbutt you like Zinedine Zidane
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| Remember, I won't win, gypsies!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| This is poison in your wounds!
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour!
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| I, as before, spit on you from "A" to "Z"
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| Like a snake injecting poison into your wounds
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| This is my log in the mouth - you have tears from your eyes!
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| This is my way up - my finest hour! |