Текст песни Дима Грайм - Казахская любовь

Get on a bitch, I didn't even want a hype
You cunt again, DIVISE on the beat
Your mother is a drug addict, has long been on the screw
It’s like on my dick, the truth is there is no life blasphemy,

Fuck you dalby
You remove your ribs and take yours
Click clack in the hands of a gun
I’ll bury it under the ground and you’re already nothing
Kazakh love is to fuck you in the ass
You are fucked according to the horoscope of Sigani like under a bus
You have a fly, fate or a fly swatter
Your grave will be on the beast where the garbage can
I'm ANTIHYPE you're an antelope
You're a bag of leather, your rod is broken
I hit hard facts, this diss came out without a clip
Their ANTIHYPE we did not persuade Philip
Come on beats, fuck your freestyle
Come on beats or horns get in the way
Killed a bit and you
Minus two

You don’t even know how to chatter on bits
What can you do? Make backs on feats
Fucking for rap? But you don’t even have a track
My punchy bullet won't save body armor

You work for chunks fucking in the morning
Mother drove away from the plantation did not work in kind
She will die the defendant barbitura
Snapped up with her father and played barbie fool

Yes, I am lightning, I am thunder, I became well done with my mother
And you igil fighter, I will become a model for grime
We drank rum with your father, smashed your whole house
He told us about one thing that you are deprived of one egg
But it’s not that you will not become a man
You were born right away as an old smelly shit
It’s hard for you to write text, but it’s easy to work with your mouth
You won’t jump onto the throne with a pole because you are a groin