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[Раунд 1, Часть 1, Ден Чейни]:
Мастера пера перевелись на Руси.
В массе рэпера пали вниз до низи.
Не проси нас стыдиться, залиться в грязи.
Мы как город Петра поднялись из трясин.
Сейчас ты так близко к MC.
Глянь правде в глаза, видишь искры вблизи.
Его строки лились на лесках бензин.
В нём огонь, он будет палить со всех сил
С обреза в будку, на место пудель.
В мозгу несколько пуль, он как детский пудинг.
Сядьте в кресло, я словесно буду здесь как агрессор
Ебать и резать.
Это баттл лезвий, где ты бес как-будто.
Крест на мне, тебя бес попутал.
Слез с мерзкой утки, беспонт вдутый с небес,
Как-будто он здесь сам Будда.
И блеска золота, но текст позор.
Зачитай кусок, у всех крепкий сон.
И знаки zzz, как три метки Зорро.
От твоей воды у них будет болезнь Киссона.
И я взрываю бошку - первый сорт.
Я пиздецки зол, чтобы здесь с позором
Как страус лицом он залез в песок.
Чейни здесь, и собран на все 140.
[Раунд 1, Часть 2, Ден Чейни]:
В рот Мики Маусу опасно втыкать,
Хер горит, будто от соуса Тобаско, друган.
Но раз в каску никак, насос с маской в руках.
Я нашел другой путь, будто Васка да Гама.
Раздвигает ноги, как Стоун Шерон,
Но он упадет лицом на газон, как Джеррард.
Опозорил Ливерпуль так нелепо, глупо,
Такой же петух, как эмблема клуба.
Хуем горло заткнуть недолго.
Будет недорого, дай в руки доллары.
Под четкий битос его в губки долбят
Хуй черный и толстый, как Вупи Голдберг.
Будто хаски тут, опасный Питбуль
Ждать ласки будет. Ты думал в пасть отъебу,
Но загоняю без смазки колбаску в булку с дымком,
Он идет как техасский бургер.
Будто перец парень,
Когда в с кем-то в сппаринге сопели в спальне.
Что-то грустит, это пенис, папа!
Сынок отпусти, это не эспандер.
Не отыскать у него признаки пола.
Говорю хуесос, у Мики приступы кода.
Тут не пиздаболия, а дисс на того,
Кто гордится родиться от Диснейуолда.
[Раунд 2, Часть 1, Ден Чейни]:
Тут не баттл по фану, ты враг. ват а фак? Пам!
Ты в катафалках - тупак. Это факт.
И ты правда профан, твой рэпак - контрафакт.
И он калом пропах, но твой фан копрофаг.
И ты попал, дам гниде пендаль.
Тебе быть никем, мне быть легендой.
Ты Питер Паркер, я Питер Пен, бля.
Это In Da Battle, я independent.
Вашим поздно быть вставшем в позу на панеле,
Как школьница, не сдавшая ГОСы.
Видя твоего отца, заплетавши косы,
Я смотрю на его ублюдка также косо.
Я диссил блендер Big Russian Boss'а.
В этой камере я типо старший поцик.
Тебя в кашу после отъебашу просто,
Если ты сейчас забазаришь так же борзо.
Дрищ ебанный, твоя пища - кал.
Дам кровище, дабы сука ищет баттлы.
Почти что Карло - нищий папа
Настругал ребенка с еблищем бабы.
И я ближе, чтобы потный мудак
Тек по полу, да так, чтобы по полному.
Да какая тактика, так один годный удар,
Но я и так тебе на битах голову дам.
[Раунд 2, Часть 2, Ден Чейни]:
Рвать на битах - это этакий дар, в омон
Ватные парты кидал таки да враг.
Это фан In Da Battle, профан битарда.
Я порвал ему пердак, как у фана петарда.
Заграймлю окей, базаря как d-key.
Вымораживаешь как ветер в Арктике.
Я как Форт Боярд - в каждом парте key.
Ты гомофобка, явно в кадом парне гей.
Бабе ты не сунешь, как Барби Кен.
Хотя вагина его суки, как бар Weekend.
С пиво его сушит, как в парнике.
Ссу Мики на лицо бывшим Хайникен.
В баре Камерон по накалу с крупными рогами
Суют грудью на камень, рубят на камеру.
Беру как труп его подруги по рукам.
Это охота на барана по Харуки Мураками.
Его с дембелями рассадили по вагонам,
Они были не знакомы, накатили самогона
И спросили за погоны, потупили сапогом,
Мики бегал по вагону, как от Диаса Мак Коннор.
Убедились, кто опустил Мики на спор.
Вниз его пас пирамидой Маслоу.
Кто рисует словом, как картины маслом.
Кто из нас клоун, а кто фирменный фаст флоу.
[Round 1, Part 1, Den Cheney]:
The masters of the pen were transferred in Rus'.
In the mass of the rapper fell down to the lowland.
Do not ask us to be ashamed of, burst into the mud.
We, like the city of Peter, rose from quagmers.
Now you are so close to MC.
Look to the truth, you see sparks near.
Its lines poured on the fishing lines gasoline.
It has fire in it, he will fade with all his might
From a cut into a booth, to the place of a poodle.
There are several bullets in the brain, it is like a children's pudding.
Sit in a chair, I will verbally be here as an aggressor
Fuck and cut.
This is Battle Blade, where you are a demon.
The cross is on me, the demon was guaranteed.
Tears with a vile duck, fanned down from heaven,
As if he was here Buddha himself.
And the brilliance of gold, but the text is shame.
Read the piece, everyone has a strong dream.
And ZZZ signs, like three marks of zorro.
From your water they will have a Kisson disease.
And I explode Boshka - the first variety.
I am angry with fuckers so that here with shame
As an ostrich, he climbed into the sand.
Cheney is here, and collected for all 140.
[Round 1, Part 2, Den Cheney]:
It’s dangerous to stick to Miki Mike Mikey,
Dick burns, as if from Tobasco sauce, friend.
But once in a helmet, a pump with a mask in his hands.
I found another way, like Vaska and Gama.
Spreads his legs like Stone Sharon,
But he will fall face on the lawn, like Jerrard.
Liverpool disgraced Liverpool so ridiculous, stupid,
The same rooster as the club's emblem.
Drown throat for a short time.
It will be inexpensive, give me the dollars.
Under a clear bitos, it is hollowed in lips
Dick black and fat, like Wupu Goldberg.
Like Husky here, a dangerous pit bull
There will be affection for affection. You thought in my mouth,
But I drive a sausage in a bucks with a haze without lubrication,
He goes like a Texas burger.
Like pepper guy,
When in the sparing in the bedroom in the bedroom.
Something is sad, this is a penis, dad!
Son, let go, this is not an expander.
Do not find the signs of sex from him.
I say cocksos, Mika has attacks of code.
There is not pizdabolia, but dissens for that
Who is proud to be born from Disneywold.
[Round 2, Part 1, Den Cheney]:
There is no battal on a fan, you are an enemy. Wat and Fak? Pam!
You are in the catafals - Tupak. It is a fact.
And you are really a profan, your rappak is a counterfeit.
And he smelled fan, but your fan koprofag.
And you hit, I will give Gnida Pendal.
You be no one, I am a legend.
You are Peter Parker, I am Peter Pen, fucking.
This is in da Battle, I Independent.
It is too late to be in the pose in the panel,
Like a schoolgirl who did not give up the state.
Seeing your father, braided the braids,
I look at his bastard also askance.
I am Disyl Bleer Big Russian Boss.
In this cell, I am like a senior plan.
You are simply in porridge after fingering
If you just amuse Borzo now.
Drisch fucking, your food is feces.
I will give blood, so that the bitch is looking for battles.
Almost Carlo - beggar dad
He crashed a child with a fucking woman.
And I'm closer to a sweaty asshole
The text is on the floor, so that in full.
Yes, what tactics, so one suitable blow,
But I will give you my head on the bits.
[Round 2, Part 2, Den Cheney]:
Tear on bits is a sort of gift, in riot police
I threw cotton desks and enemy.
This is Fan In Da Battle, Profan Barda.
I broke him fart, like Fan Nedia.
I am award Okay, the bazaar like D-Key.
You freeze like the wind in the Arctic.
I am like a Fort Boyard - in every Key desk.
You are a homophobic, obviously in the cad of a guy gay.
You don’t put a woman like Barbie Ken.
Although the vagina of his bitch, like a Weekend bar.
With beer it dries, as in a greenhouse.
CECU MIKI on the face of the former Hainiken.
In the Bar Cameron on intensity with large horns
Put on a stone, chopped on camera.
I take like a corpse of his girlfriend hands.
This is a hunt for a ram for Kharuki Murakami.
He and demobilis were planted in wagons,
They were not familiar, rolled moonshine
And they asked for epaulets, pulled a boot,
Miki ran along the car, like Mack Connor from Diaz.
We were convinced who lowered Miki to the dispute.
Its down is grazing Maslow with a pyramid.
Who draws in a word, like oil paintings.
Which of us is the clown and who is the branded Fast Floo.
The masters of the pen were transferred in Rus'.
In the mass of the rapper fell down to the lowland.
Do not ask us to be ashamed of, burst into the mud.
We, like the city of Peter, rose from quagmers.
Now you are so close to MC.
Look to the truth, you see sparks near.
Its lines poured on the fishing lines gasoline.
It has fire in it, he will fade with all his might
From a cut into a booth, to the place of a poodle.
There are several bullets in the brain, it is like a children's pudding.
Sit in a chair, I will verbally be here as an aggressor
Fuck and cut.
This is Battle Blade, where you are a demon.
The cross is on me, the demon was guaranteed.
Tears with a vile duck, fanned down from heaven,
As if he was here Buddha himself.
And the brilliance of gold, but the text is shame.
Read the piece, everyone has a strong dream.
And ZZZ signs, like three marks of zorro.
From your water they will have a Kisson disease.
And I explode Boshka - the first variety.
I am angry with fuckers so that here with shame
As an ostrich, he climbed into the sand.
Cheney is here, and collected for all 140.
[Round 1, Part 2, Den Cheney]:
It’s dangerous to stick to Miki Mike Mikey,
Dick burns, as if from Tobasco sauce, friend.
But once in a helmet, a pump with a mask in his hands.
I found another way, like Vaska and Gama.
Spreads his legs like Stone Sharon,
But he will fall face on the lawn, like Jerrard.
Liverpool disgraced Liverpool so ridiculous, stupid,
The same rooster as the club's emblem.
Drown throat for a short time.
It will be inexpensive, give me the dollars.
Under a clear bitos, it is hollowed in lips
Dick black and fat, like Wupu Goldberg.
Like Husky here, a dangerous pit bull
There will be affection for affection. You thought in my mouth,
But I drive a sausage in a bucks with a haze without lubrication,
He goes like a Texas burger.
Like pepper guy,
When in the sparing in the bedroom in the bedroom.
Something is sad, this is a penis, dad!
Son, let go, this is not an expander.
Do not find the signs of sex from him.
I say cocksos, Mika has attacks of code.
There is not pizdabolia, but dissens for that
Who is proud to be born from Disneywold.
[Round 2, Part 1, Den Cheney]:
There is no battal on a fan, you are an enemy. Wat and Fak? Pam!
You are in the catafals - Tupak. It is a fact.
And you are really a profan, your rappak is a counterfeit.
And he smelled fan, but your fan koprofag.
And you hit, I will give Gnida Pendal.
You be no one, I am a legend.
You are Peter Parker, I am Peter Pen, fucking.
This is in da Battle, I Independent.
It is too late to be in the pose in the panel,
Like a schoolgirl who did not give up the state.
Seeing your father, braided the braids,
I look at his bastard also askance.
I am Disyl Bleer Big Russian Boss.
In this cell, I am like a senior plan.
You are simply in porridge after fingering
If you just amuse Borzo now.
Drisch fucking, your food is feces.
I will give blood, so that the bitch is looking for battles.
Almost Carlo - beggar dad
He crashed a child with a fucking woman.
And I'm closer to a sweaty asshole
The text is on the floor, so that in full.
Yes, what tactics, so one suitable blow,
But I will give you my head on the bits.
[Round 2, Part 2, Den Cheney]:
Tear on bits is a sort of gift, in riot police
I threw cotton desks and enemy.
This is Fan In Da Battle, Profan Barda.
I broke him fart, like Fan Nedia.
I am award Okay, the bazaar like D-Key.
You freeze like the wind in the Arctic.
I am like a Fort Boyard - in every Key desk.
You are a homophobic, obviously in the cad of a guy gay.
You don’t put a woman like Barbie Ken.
Although the vagina of his bitch, like a Weekend bar.
With beer it dries, as in a greenhouse.
CECU MIKI on the face of the former Hainiken.
In the Bar Cameron on intensity with large horns
Put on a stone, chopped on camera.
I take like a corpse of his girlfriend hands.
This is a hunt for a ram for Kharuki Murakami.
He and demobilis were planted in wagons,
They were not familiar, rolled moonshine
And they asked for epaulets, pulled a boot,
Miki ran along the car, like Mack Connor from Diaz.
We were convinced who lowered Miki to the dispute.
Its down is grazing Maslow with a pyramid.
Who draws in a word, like oil paintings.
Which of us is the clown and who is the branded Fast Floo.
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