Текст песни Эрнесто Заткнитесь - заявка на Versus Fresh Blood

Dear my opponent abstract,
I bothering you again one-act solo performance.
Jesus was your age already walked the surface of the water,
And where do you go - to the balcony to do water?
Headwind into your urethra,
On your boring rap I put my quarter of a meter.
I'll stand and
You zassal as Nero before Yeshua.
You need a back-MC, suitable singer Shura,
Boiling my metaphors on your rap Doshirak.
You shoot at Zhiguli drunk in the trash Shmarov fatty,
And I rolled the beauty in the Lamborghini,
And each a doctorate, at least the candidate.
Kohl wheelbarrows talking about - I'm your tow truck.
Comrade Restaurateur - Look me in the eye,
Where else will discover a Master of Philology
With charisma and diction patriarch
In your place I would not have allowed the collapse
And be called Ernesto,
Or as usual - Steam, Ptah?