Текст песни FanatVorona - Вызов судьбе

Round two, office buttl, voltage grows
All the references in the pants and now there is a drainage.
And I'm a ripple, PRA as a tank where your vases are sick there
Cause from the corpses of Trump and to Olympus. I'm a master.

Hustle, Hustle. Bares this bit
Clay Delete, so that my ego is removed.
My challenge on the old fashioned glove and duel,
Your call to the market in the toilet.

Here and there Battle rap, limit rusted upstairs
But fate-minigan, everyone is waiting for only a shooting.
My arms are sorry for you - I shoot the bullets,
There will be a trump card in sleeve on spring in pairs.

FANAT is again here, there are no places on Battle
For rotten repellents, that throw me again.
I am a satellite charonu, behind Death,
Get ready, opponents, I am fed by malice.

Etc:

Baros call you and you and you
Yes, at least God of all Battles, Satan and fate.
I have immunity, I will end the blow
Office Battle, Round three is already waiting for me.