Текст песни Artie - Обратный отсчёт

Verse for verse
You break your head so that the
Smoke went out of sight, and so you went
Not namutili I put you head-shots
Your rap is a mix of voice Givone
My rap is a mix of good and evil
My poems have seized on the raw
And hear their mix collected hall
PEOPLE gathered Hall
SEE the way round in doubles
YOU THERE is not the place
And drag, whore, your back backward sound
STAGE number three, obviously the cancer for you
After all of the pores of such
Will love wih flies with Buttle won!
For a couple of seconds, then you Dissect
All Zapara in pi * dy
I would nalik and noise, you know the little beetle
Come Kipushi, I'm burning a pair of couplets dynamics
Caught on the Revo, you will be after our long rap howl
Will love your rap is a hat, because we suёm in his head!
I stand on the bits you for a couple of seconds
And as you would not leave you prayed Batlle
But then beckons me Grandma, I'm a battleship piled on unlikely
Buuu! Rather, you handle in a nickel
I give preference to, the bones and nonsense
You fly, I chёtvёrty the bones go to dance!

I'm starting to countdown
At this time you will not put here Ladder
You're not a victim of a healthy ambition, but not for long! x2