Текст песни ДЕН ЧЕЙNИ - 140BPM Battle Round 2.2

To tear on bits is a kind of gift, in riot police
Wadded school desks threw yes the enemy.
This is a fan of In Da Battle, an ignoramus bitard.
I tore him a fart like a fan of a firecracker.
I’ll zigray ok, the bazaar as a d-key.
You freeze like the wind in the Arctic.
I like Fort Boyard - in each desk key.
You're homophobic, obviously in every gay guy.
Baba you will not stick, like Barbie Ken.
Although the vagina is his bitches, like a bar wknd.
He dries his beer like in a greenhouse.
Ssu Miki on the face of former Heiniken.
In the bar Cameron on the glow with large horns
They poke their breasts on a stone, chopped on camera.
I take it as the corpse of his girlfriend’s hands.
This is a ram hunt by Haruki Murakami.
He was seated on cars with demobilization
They were not familiar, rolled moonshine
And they asked for shoulder straps, downcast with a boot,
And Miki ran around the carriage, as if from Diaz Mack Connor.
Make sure who dropped Mickey into an argument.
Down his pass is the Maslow Pyramid.
Who draws with a word, like oil paintings.
Which of us is a clown, and who is the branded fast flow.