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My rap is cutting out while you are at a dead end
Vasya style package, diary entries
I don't know what to do and how can I live here
Burn days I continue to love it

I am not a sectarian, and I don't believe in church
Cross on the body, at the case of the case is not gelding
I want to become stupidly rich like everyone else
Do not go to work, and get a salary

The whole business is crushed, hunchbacked noses
Russia is underground, buried with a shovel
There are those who say enough
Russian brothers, meet enemies standing

My name is Vasya, I believe in my city
Russians will be sequent
Will stand behind Rus', gathering strength in a fist
Proudly lift, three color flag

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On a living example, I will show that I believe
I am ready for war, and I will not kneel down
Less, everyone is afraid of pain
Harden your spirit, meet enemies standing
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I think I smoke, and I drink a lot
But my ways, the gods did not choose
Hope for yourself and faith there
Fate runs me, and a torn tower

Where was your god when people exploded
Pidaras in power in power, sit on the ass
I'm a little crazy, far from saints
I would have punished all the devils for his relatives

I'm writing guys not what you want
For the lives of rap, in which I am the ruler
I will write what I see I know and for the truth
We will get together, children of Volgograd

If you are a dancing lezginka, I don't know you
My great -grandfather died, as Russia dies
I raise the banner, Russians forward
We hold the future, drive them under the ice