[Round 1 (part 1): Shumm]
Hey, hey, ee. Moldovan flava arrive. No fuckin' way
There is Moldovan flava drove up, no fuckin' way

There is arrived the Moldovan flava
Real haslers, babe
Will sing under the beat their verse
Will be great in laying parquet

Fuckin' gaster, you came for orgs to paste wallpaper
Edik is happy, suddenly for Berserk was built outside
Of the city a fashionable house

You're a self-confident gay, you weren't prepared
For this, how cool you are!
In their public profile is signed that these motherfuckers
Are "the most technical rappers in Moldova"

Well, how many rappers in Moldova?
Maybe three? Was that a joke?
Okay, then here I am - the most technical rapper of Chernobyl, bitch

Bird in the sky, you are far from available
You and your formidable band
Are so deadly cool
That I will give you flowers, but these are two roses for a corpse
You need to use magnifying glass
To see in Artemka the talent
You were taken, you were given all the trumps in your hand
But in you only one thing is visible ...

No, no, I won't read about Galat
All such people need a doctor urgently
It is better to strain your brain
Worse than punching about him
Maybe be just, m-m-m, any of your punch

But you're being immodest as fuck
You'd better, Dorn's song against
You would be ashamed to get into this batch
After all, your's is a concrete mix

You're the master of this fuckin' shit
Come on, pour some wine, what's wrong?
After all, we are now studying anatomy
And this is where the ass starts for you, round

[Round 1 (part 2): Shumm]
Ye, dude, dude, fuck..
You've got a fucked-up face
You're sad as a fucking Drake
It's like you've been fucked, you're hurt, and you've got goo in your underpants
Tell me honestly, are you already as that fat Kazakh offended?
Ouch! How could I joke that you're just a fucking construction worker
Oh my God, I'm sorry, you're great
It's so uncreative, no, but i would be like you
On YouTube, some blog will lead

But this sucker lies right in the forehead, as from Glock all the barbs
He wants to go to the construction site, just like everyone in his family
But he's afraid of the noise, and I'm not talking about myself

No! The noise of the construction site fiercely frightened this guy
Also he get fucked by foremen, motherfuckers
Instead of laying bricks
He always put them in his pants

Shoved a hammer drill in the lips
A childhood trauma, he tried not to think
But in one day the phrase rang in his ear:
"Let's make some fucking noise!" - "A! Wait, Restorator, you bitch!"

MMM, flashback! But he decided to fight in the club
Kill his fears, ailments
He was set with a Shumm, he saw my nick
And he again pissed on his Uggs

I came up with a fairy tale, corny
But you are banal and stupid
"I am not a noname, I am called a Plvy Blvck"
Of course you do - by your mother and friend
But you were called to TV, and this is a cool connections
All the grannies from you immediately got wet
Your Hip-hop Is Lonely, Your Fanbase Is Old Women

Right now there will be dirty lines, they will burn
Your soul, like a sauce Adjika
After all, Moldovans are the best builders
Well, of course, after Tajiks. Round!

[Round 2 (part 1): Shumm]
Yo, okay, anyway, enough fun
It's time to battle the facts
Ai, You thought no one would know?

I need glucose, sweet pussies
I fuck your bitch in the creases on her belly
She's fat, I can handle the kneading
She's a huckster, i fuck her for weight

Shot on video, forty-six minutes
Shumm is angry at fatty: "God, he is cool!"
She lets him in the ass
Without a scumbag
She yells like a Dizaster when he introduces himself

"AAAAHHH!" - I'm in your bitch
Im in her dumpling shop like boss
He loves this topic too, motherfucker
They made about dumplings fucking great video

Clip about dumplings - it's just a KEK
I was sick all over, rare pile of shit
Eat your own Kishinevsky bread
We have tea, sugar and offered candy

Hey, your goat fuckface - a mix of Mezza Morta and Mozee Montana
I don't trust the Moldovans, especially to you
Fucking blogger, well, at least not SayMeow

Although, you like a cat in the corners ssysh
My buddy wrote to you: "Motherfucker, hey"
He shouted: "Mayhem, guys
If what, I watched the Brigade!"

No, no, everything is within the battle
You're not Sasha, and you're not really white
Comrade foreman, do not interfere with the fun
Calm down, put your spatula on the ground

You're with terrified face
While Im chiseling rocks, like Im mason
Come on, you in stockings to the ballet
You're either a guy, or a bitch, just like Baphomet. Round!

[Round 2 (part 2): Shumm]
I'm not a faggot, man. What the fuck?

Smile, you funny freak
Today will fly into your birdhouse a prick
He's motto is: "Good beat
Of course, I will not get into it"

And if it does, your contact sounds bad with it
It's like creating a Marmeladova Sonya in Sims
This is your monotonous lifeless flow
You are not a rapper, Artem, you are a Bot Maxim

But how is a fucking bot going to fight for the money?
He's just like you - gets used for free
You're the Sucker of a Gnoynogo Slavki
So I brought the marmalade, here!

You're not an individual, Temochka, you're a peacock-chick
Just a fucking cock for extra things
I'll bake you in the oven
And you won't go any further
Even presenting a crust/certificate

You're the grilled chicken here
I'll knock your arrogance down, there are levels to this shit
So take the test Mid-West or East London
I jumped on the beat with a show-off

But you don't have a crossbow, you have a pistol there
You're useful here, your squeak is fashionable
From the throat, I'll give you a socks, like pamphlets
You're crazy, flow-dystrophic, here only distortion

I don't play with cheats, you asked me not to read about your mother
But I'm no worse than your mother, right now I'll tell you off
You're a hot guy, but after the fight
Your cold corpse from the bar
Will be buried in the local soil

After all, your flow is a Humpback Mountain, mine is a Bohemian Grove
A blade in the kidney, heartache, and here it is
You are already gone, as in the hit ellipsis. Round!