Текст песни NoSmile - Дурные приметы

It's bad luck to rub in the tracks of his Haslam,
The fact that you are very cool, highly dangerous and master
These battles, which you really do not break
And who would not be here in the pair will be punished anally
But I do not care, to be honest who is the most evil of you
We're all tied up, brothers, yes, but I san-node
And you do this hip-hop, these rhymes, Panch
But you pussy, Brac, and I honed senses
And these tracks for you with only the sounds of all speakers
You then brazenly shod, I salesman Gena Bukin
If you psvedo-master, then we drop down to the meter
I gasped in pain, and you're in bad omens
He believed, and always afraid thirteenth numbers
I am the way, Jason machette, and then without all Diss
We will crumble to pieces, fans of dirty lines
What the fuck Skeels? I have the blade sharpened
I am the way, fuck everyone who asks to be with him for you
Battle for those who are in the body, but now without a head