Текст песни Mr.ReVeRs - Инфекция

The local battle is the second round and I'm ready to start,
All your tracks and text is a problem for an hour.
Someone was infected somewhere with a secret drug,
All armed immediately with an ax and a shovel.
Your ambition was a sucker, neither you die,
As if I pulled out the bronchi of the bodies.
The infection is guilty, it really kills yau,
The feeling that your tracks is an essay by dear Goodwin.
The facts carry, I will be merciless to you guys
The apron is beautiful, my turnip is somewhere in the fifth.
On account of the strongest, this doesn’t amuse
Well, what if the whole Olympus is already taken here?
But their stock of words is a goal like on a nudist beach,
Although people download their tracks to themselves on disks.
It's time to change their mind they are infected all the guy
The diagnosis is rap, but it just does not soar me!

I like clay came out dry of their water,
I did everything wisely while you read about smoke.
Your infection is nonsense, which is in your texts,
Ruining your work, believe it!