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Тянем прямо с поля брани за собой в ад
За собой в ад, В венах наш яд
Над дорогой вороны, нет пути назад Only up, above all or in decline
We pull straight from the battlefield to hell
For a hell, In the veins of our poison
Over the dear crow, there is no turning back
We are here to stay
This message beats you like Tyson
The world is not up to fat control you as M. Bayson
Can't hear dogs barking
See the King - bow
Did you want to enter paradise on other people's backs? come on by yourself
I will blow you for a couple of seconds, leaving hundreds of wounds
My flow is berserk plus minigun mode
Zamanyu you in the Black Wigwam, Who is Mike? I am a giant!
I change styles faster than Billy Milligan
Your track is nonsense, mine is a flame in every heart of the districts.
How Django Fatt is a type of endless clone army
You - a big head start, give us one moment
Under the heel of a bear is not a city, but a whole continent
Where is my patent? I am an inventor like Da Vinci
You ask the jury, but you will get a Lynch trial from us.
Alien among strangers call me David Fincher
I am Willie Lewis, and you obviously cannot be saved by a clinch
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run.
We are in business - grind up all your army
When the hell brigade is in action, you shout "no need!"
This is Carthage, Ragnarok, Helm's Pad
We are from the high leagues, nihilists do not lie
I'm like Biggie, just give me your loot.
We are from the depths of the ores
We're doom dealers call me Booth
In any case in front, DVD or vinyl
Your skill fell to a minimum, whatever you whine
Blew Megaton, cut down the microphone
I will silence you, I am Mortarion
Only up, above all or in decline
We pull straight from the battlefield to hell
For a hell, In the veins of our poison
Over the dear crow, there is no turning back
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