Perhaps I should start by saying that this duel is a natural case
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To the joy of people, obscenities, anger, filth a bunch
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By the will of that fate, a scum glove hit the face
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The slaughter is far from pain to me, I'm all in the mud, lost, disgusting
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Judging by the speech, directly opposite the scourge of God stood up
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Yes, the same game twice, dry, nonentity
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In an imposing pose, but the poseur is not important
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Loaded muskets, but Digge Rem is not afraid
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Winter duel, contrast everywhere
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It's like blood on the snow, and in a pair of a crocodile and a pederast
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And somewhere there will be at once that body at the point
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For the endless tale about the white bull
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I will say to the point:
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Koshu accounts skillfully, in a round I lie down on the body
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Let this be my tribute, a stupid sacrifice to the Gods
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With a flute se ran lips, an adult doe in pipes
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You are not godfather to the king, matchmaker to the minister
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I hope I will dissuade you of this during my lifetime
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An animal, not a hero, you, Vitya
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I ate my stomach, I can see the measures without seeing
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Nothing, UnderWater Soldier
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I need to fight now, but vomiting from the enemy through the tonsils
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You can choose a sword while you can, let there be a knife, let it be
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I see trembling, dog, yours, moisture on your face
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And even listen, sir, all the rap of the world since childhood -
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Will not save, like a rapier, a pistol
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The seconds on the lookout are all waiting
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In the meantime, I will give myself a task
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I'll hammer a tight cock on a labeled rumor
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It's all the same, like a water buoy, I'm always afloat
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I'll kill for the time being
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So that today hands clap, tomorrow they beat axes on the crown of the head
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Today, the crocodile will become like a nit
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I tell you, you are a nit, so you won
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I've never fired anything like this before, funny killa I
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Unhurried mite is hoarse, SDshnoe is a bad business
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Without mazy force to measure punch lines
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After all, wait for me, they are very much in style now, truncated?
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Keep your ears on top, cover your ass
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You are never Pushkin, but I am Dantes
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I checked out some kind of libel at your leisure
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Really zero, fall, after all, like a bitch
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Pouring mat, uncle, is stupid beyond measure
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Vit, you need to leave Nadya, Lyuba and Vera for a long time
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Get out of here megabytes of feces
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Your track for surrender does not roll clumsy
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You are a drek, it's like a macho in a brigade of holes
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You have no fear, Vitya, Urbach-Wite disease
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One love - behind the monitor to fuck everyone while sitting
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Stupid balabolya, are you really aiming to take the joker?
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I'm not active gay in the rap scene, but I'm shocked
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You have no honor, grandson, you don't fumble, san
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Battle dad? |
Sing it to your homies
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And let there be no arithmetic in the gang
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I feel that I can quietly solve all the rotten bastards of you
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Are you pouring dirt on the most sacred things? |
Fear God
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Ready to pick up later? |
Behind the current wash
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Look at that, fuck you, you are not miners at the beginning of the shift,
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But everything is also omitted at five minutes
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Your whole branch of moral corpses
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Fascists barking in experimental groups
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I feel like a messiah in the seventh
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Right now, not up to the original disclosure, sorry, Russia
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I concluded - you are incompetent here
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Rap is a tool, and one must be able to master it
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Phrases are zeros, and they can't dump me
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Sorry, but in rap you are obviously disabled |