Текст песни ARTY - Драться не прикасаясь друг к другу

Track on the 4th round Belbattle

I will fight to the end because there is no point to run away
Not milk that on fire so looking tracking a notebook
Write out the words and rhymes and frantically Cherkay
His ridiculous prychlayn about Vampire Gypsies
After all, before the victory like on foot to China
As a meter layer of land to cover the snow in May
Your tracks take not a rage small
However, you got a good poem Bravo
You would burn in kindergarten there your jokes will appreciate
And here you mean a stupid you and terribly azlen
You believe that talent will lead you to Mutkov and scene
But above the head do not jump dog in the booth on the chain
You dream to wake a battle fiction
Your rap harms the ears Mike Tyson
You are sad smiley colon open bracket
I am smartly small twice at night splashes

I gave a voice after the bottom who would doubt
Reanimated returned with blood washed
There will be all the ramps that they will stand on the way
Sir better hands leave don't get sick the herd

I have a second couple in my thoughts
We have a fight type here but in a pair of a rocker
Wooden tight as oak is empty like powder
Truchi Gnilla from Stump Seize him
What to tell him what a fight can be
I feel a strange smell to someone you need to wash the ass
And get the facts for me on bits in the tact
At least a little truth you throw a womanizer
Try well at least somehow hurt me
We are in the ring of words and fists zaebala
I want a fight but I will not get to see it
After all, it is impossible to kick it he is so tight
And since we are not allowed to do
I am then just words to give promise
And let me stupid and pity but you guy tuppish sting
After all, you are not a spider hero and only Parker in pajamas

I gave a voice after the bottom who would doubt
Reanimated returned with blood washed
There will be all the ramps that they will stand on the way
Sir better hands leave don't get sick the herd