Текст песни TAHDEM Foundation - Game over

Slim:
In a groan, you rub with your left for the under,
I screwed up your truth,
And if someone bought you, you would sell your ass
Moscow market.

Waiting for my district verses
As a gift from Santa, burn to the end, kid!
I have the prim coldness of the boulevards of the capital
The evil of the creator is in me!

Your rap pissed the text from the box
As dew sprinkled on the capes.
You wanna jump on my corsair
This is without MAZ, in courses!

They're waiting for me to stumble
Without auto-tuning with pitch, a serial killer.
Eminem has nothing to do with it, motherfuckers
Slim is a tricky fucker!

Rap without black paraphernalia
Through the snowdrifts, you fool, spinners do not twist!
The underground studios became the second home
There are no blocks here, asshole, here are yards!