Текст песни Lirikostaz - Дисс CrazyBoy

Sanya CrazyBoy, longed to taste the wars,
The pain awaits you, you are my lunch.
You read as depressed under antidepressants,
LKZ will suit you - I'm an impressionario.

You better write snot, not diss,
You are broken, mister, it’s better to get off the field, a.
I'll be like an arbiter to you a red color card,
Going out of orbit - the end is not of the world, but of you.

Tibet is waiting for you - a vow of silence,
So that your tracks sound a hundred times better.
But alas, you were sad and even a mime would have leaked you
In a battle or biff - the sound by Keam would not save.

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The End, CrazyBoy, Sing or Don't Sing
LKZ flow blows like a hose.
Tony in these lines, this bit of Chopin's march
There is no way to win, because I'm always the first