Текст песни Демка - Карл на батле

I go out on the Battle knowing that I'm in the topic
And every innovator here, lousy Lays
Exit the shade, you mongrel and fag
Sanya here with those with nits zashagivayu

And fuck these bitches in their miserable clit
You daily, and you will then fused
Bro alas your hourly rate has not passed
And clinging to me for hose

Suck for a lousy rap zashkvar
Not untill one thought is not gone
You would have merged the selection of slag
But no fucking play on click-clack

Paw Paw, I go out on the battlefield
For you it will turn into a sea of ​​suffering
Comin 'for meat, the corpse on the floor
I will make a couple of holes, hole punch