Текст песни Elias Fogg - Panch-Line-Rap

Rhymes and Panchami I am armed to teeth
These tracks are inserted as Farming Gorbachev
A bunch of smooth guys you will see in
Your career like dandruff, she hangs on the hair
You say that I am a fake, this is the same thing
If you decide first plus, and then multiply
It is simply impossible as division to zero
You feather rap, fertilizer shit
Stopadovo I do not believe you
Stopudovo you are now in escape
In my tracks more meat than in huge cheburek
You basarize your friends, type you are important
But your words on the wind as if paper snakes
My tracks are noisy as a huge company
Your rhymes are light as respiratory organs
My whole crowd is a bunch of emigrants
To make money need a mind or shovel

My rhymes Perfect Panch Line Rap
I did not show me on TV
I have a bunch of comparisons, it is Punch-Line Rap
And the group center urgently need a speech therapist

I compare those things about which you did not think
I have a lot of faith, I Catholic, not Judas
We will do without prelude, yes I love to light
You sowed your chance, as if he is a harvest
I used to do not mind at all, but Congo
And then as poacher, I then caught a squirrel
And he thought he was needed, it is better to do mani
I do not need to bang the plan, I throw Puchi Pans
I love reading books, I love to compose rhymes
Russian rap one parat, I want to write dissens
Finally, the clip is removed, I will hear a cry?
We will show FIG. You like Chukchi guests
Everyone is understood, who do not in comparison, you know where they go?