Текст песни Distortion - Контрольный выстрел

After your tracks rain - precipitation in the form of meatballs.
I listened to your sucks, even the drier steer warms.
Here's the answer is the last - control
You should be like a fish of him, I'm a bird-talker.
Not on that, I'm in a rap bloodthirsty demon
Your career is a curtain, and I always have progress.
Many times I fell but not once on my knees.
For simple reasons, I did not fade under the system.
Your role is a stupid hero, without principles and beliefs.
Amplua - prisstar, not far from neurasthenik.
I am genius among the geniuses, you are genius among gays
Listening to my text, even any moron clever.

And who listened to you and who liked it?
Khrenovo No Dyslaikov I would put them.
My tracks are a hydraulic pump, they swing.
You have text - "Priora", I have "Nissan Skyline".
Panches for you riddles as if the code da Vinci.
You are a silencer of a pistol, as always screwed.
I am stubborn, proud, it is not receding
You act only like the flock.
I make efforts to demolish you
No need for the fact that I always have a victorious verse
You have a weak style, try to avenge.
I'm in rape psycho and nothing to do with these tenderness.