ЗАМАЙ - Ваня-Ваня
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This text should have been where it didn't happen.
Respect to Vanya Mlechny, he's learned his lesson over the years.
But you can't take words out of a song!
Thank you.
Wait, who's here?
Legendary battle vaper, I'm fucked.
Your lyrics are as watery as Shishkin Les.
Your pistol is a blank, you don't have any e-juice.
Set it on fire! That's my motto.
Asses are burning and the loser is flying into space.
The training ground is empty, where are your homies? Your award of the year is the Golden Graphomaniac
I was born on a beat, your beat is an orphanage
With a haircut like that, it's better to do indie rock
If you like dicks, cut your topknot
You look like a rooster, so wear LeKok
They'll take you fourth in the Serebro group
You're not very pretty, but you're a girl
Nothing suits you, nothing suits you
Your Milky Way is a black hole!
Vanya, Vanya, sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya, don't go to battles
You'll catch a headache, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes!
Vanya, Vanya, sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya, don't go to battles
You'll catch a headache, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes! Milky, Milky, Ivan, Ivan
I have a hundred problems, but you're a bitch one
I'm Ukrainian, which means you're a cunt
You're so fashionable, I call you fan-fan-tulip
Vanya Milky, a normal guy
As a kid, he saw his father in the bathroom
And since then, he's been traumatized, now he's not straight
He hears "get your balls ready!" he gets his ass ready!
Ha, look at the punchline of the year
If you were a wrestler, you'd be Hulk Hogan
The same pompous flow, slurred speech
If you were a rapper, you'd be Vanya Milky
And I don't know what to do
You're as ridiculous as a dwarf bandit
You have fire, but you're empty-handed
Pull yourself together, rag, and clean this floor! Vanya, Vanya - sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya - don't go to battles
You'll catch a cold, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes!
Vanya, Vanya - sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya - don't go to battles
You'll catch a cold, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes!
Sixteen lines, like nails in a coffin
I'm hammering a rapper into your head
You don't need to punch, look who's here -
The most cut MC - God's flow
Humphrey Bogart - The Maltese Falcon
Kids are throwing tomatoes at you from windows
Soccer player - go away
This is futsal - you're disabled
Bought a style on AliExpress
I'm a Djigan, and you're a Steam
He's brutal, they're shouting: "Zamai!"
You were spinning in your grave to Russian grime!
Bra! A battle is when
Assholes shit on each other
No, a battle is war
And on this training ground, a private is here
I'm a general, not Cheney
Spinning a spinner on my dick
Your style, you're black
A piece, I'll crack your skull and you're dead
Rousseau, Jean-Jacques told me
Fuck these stupid people, even smarter than Scriptonite!
Vanya, Vanya - sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya - don't go to battles
You'll catch a headache, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes!
Vanya, Vanya - sit on the couch
Vanya, Vanya - don't go to battles
You'll catch a headache, Vanya, Vanya
You'll get prostatitis from my rhymes!