Текст песни КрисКирк - Поэт на батле

& quot; GoBattle 2 & quot;
& quot; Do not zabattlish poet & quot;

The poet zabattlish he battlovik skilled
Try to go out with him in a couple, if you are a brave man
Because of him, even after he emigrated Stopar summer
Stela he threads until you son ran under the table

As if he was in the box, the slain nails
Familiarity, we're not even friends after all
No more than Wing Chun, you people tree
He took a swing at you, you like cards, though a fan of it

His mind is his mess and trap
And the bright days have long since lost the calendar
About him behind his back, always pussy nonhumans
The former, he did not know the pain is still to believe them

He probably does not understand, the majority of your order
His task in the Battle, interfere with minced subman
Putting phrases in the puzzle, and then the house upside down
Who poet to Batlle, KrisKirk, this is it