Текст песни DVNTE - Снова за старое.

Notebook in my apartment like whores on the track
I sold your brother spice, fairly get drunk
I'm online hero, a battle on my space
Hypeology battle asks me to stay

All your tracks are garbage you like a walking corpse
Fuck guys for apple -Tim Cook
Do not cry until I entertain your sister
Mother with child spoke, saying I was very rude

Park Indabattle period, and then the dinosaurs
In his heart a poet and rhyme I'm cool enough
The second season needs me, I go to talk
Muse comes on when there is a broken bush

Again Cover the hip-hop demon on stage
At the Battle rushing crowd kavkazzkih captives
The crowd let him appreciate the empty heads
There are three judges, like Cerberus

That's all your sound tracks children
As if you have to crack the block treated
Defective MS aka "Cripple"
Welcome to you, this injury project

The first season of shame, facepalm Romakh
Versus miserable forgive me and Restaurateur
And Krasnodar brothers excuse
Kharkiv in the columns, I'll take the title

I could become an idol for students
And you talentless opponent RIP
Slyly smile, stand at attention
On the horizon blazed new vertex

Dante rested undertake again the old
Then write: "Shit, thanks, delivered"
I embark on the vein mp3 Poison
All points are placed here I am.