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The fight begins
I take the Swords out of their scabbards
Your style is second hand
It's full of holes and worn out.
Losers like you
We fuck often
Six steps behind
I put suckers on a chain,
So that those don’t rock the boat,
Catching the brass knuckles with my teeth.
I rhyme non-stop
Your skill is zero, and mine is one hundred,
This text is a prayer to you,
He is a mixture of algorithms,
Blowing your heads off,
Your text is a lie, zilch!
He makes the chickens laugh
Like a Ural Hasler
One bullet to kill you
Even Vitaly Gibert
predicted your death
Our rap standard
Your rap is zero
you're a loser, an emoboy
May you be strong and dexterous
but a low kick will catch you
And you're like Stephen Hawkin
I'm too much for you
Like Godzilla to a pug
You micro don't rape
I stuck a line into your body
And your childish arrogance
A very compelling argument
that you are an empty shell
excitement will destroy me
and there's no turning back
like pepsi cola
Here I am the only master of rhymes
I beat your suits
We demolish our opponents
On the hellish axes
It's time for you to row. Storm
After all, your style is nothing
He is a mediocre product
And you blew it without a hitch