Текст песни San-P - Дисс на Апполинария

Shamil Shamil
I'll put you on the grill soon
And the news of your death will spread for hundreds of miles
Because in your blood was urine ppm
Rhyme for cum
To rhyme and rhyme
Rubbing about mother
It does not require talent
I see you did not read Kant
You are worthless shit
And I understood this for a long time
You are not capable of anything
You are isolated from your chans.
Your diss are funny
Your rhymes are simple
Your attempts to offend me are sick
You crap, change your pants
I do not care about you
You grow and grow up to me
You are a skinny worm, a whistle accompanies you everywhere
All chan throw you in a black sheet
What you wanted you got
I spilled pretty water on you
Finally done with you
Your insolence I put an end to
I put a fucker on you
And here is the end of my dis.