Текст песни Mousa - Срок годности

And as I understand it in this Batlle all shit on the disclosure,
Because I arrange an autopsy on the third opening.
And do not forget to wipe in the blood and in the walls of meat
When I came to your house, the walls painted in red
Approximately know what you say about me, you bastard
What is not Russian, with diction problems, a couple of jokes
Yes, I'm from Georgia, I'm from Tbilisi, turnips sity,
If you do not like it, on their knees, x * k suck.
You can win the Battle, you praise at home
Such as you circle in bulk, it's not bad felled.
But wake up tomorrow and forget your name
It passed the shelf life of your career, and it is not visible
What have you left behind except a heap of manure?
Big ass thorn, not run away from the predictions.
And I can tell that you're born to be anonymous
I am moving on this planet and your rap is not appropriate.

You're no one right person, like a book on a shelf,
Which been thrown back, no one will remember
Your rap overdue, my knives sharpened for a long time,
And still bleeding wounds apponenta long.