Текст песни Stacy Risen, Kenny Deks - Почерк врача

Stacy Risen:

You got into the wrong batch
Here you will be superfluous
In the paradox of my words, you
Lose your roof
Run as fast as you can
Or pump to the rhythm
Stacy Launches BOMB
Stacy is looking for the truth

You will recognize me by my handwriting, even though we don't even know each other
I am Doctor Risen and it will take a long time to heal you
You learn my texts, for you they are like the Koran
I will create in your brains Auschwitz, creature, die
A film about your life is interesting only to your bitch
In the previous round, he told everyone about his mating
You have a fish memory, you don't remember your tracks
Though there are only two of them and then they are only pumped in your deck

A mediocre freak, you say, didn’t write when you were drunk?
And he himself hid from his mother in Chihara with a bottle
Diagnosis on the face: do you suck? - you're shitty
Hearing your voice, children are afraid to leave school
Threw the constructor in the DIY trash
Looks like God only because you don't believe in miracles
Your lyrics are stink and water, like a cat pissed
With my texts they are preparing for a doctoral defense

CHORUS:

If OverGround is against you - you have lured pairs
All MCs that hit us here are battling themselves
Nastya took the victory, she got it for nothing
Stacy's handwriting is incomprehensible - opponents are dying out

Kenny Deks [TKVT]:

We throw off the ballast on the battle
And we don't care about you
We will smash ... everyone!
Stop throwing yourself, many stupid phrases
I should say face - you don't!
Victory is far from being seen, well, unless in a dream
Stacy Risen read, your bed is leaking

Stacy Risen:

Don't try to win when you pair boobs
Than taking you away, it's harder for me to solve the puzzle
She poured a dangerous dose of anesthesia into the battle table
I operate with a deck, where each card is a trump