If I get my head blown, get ready for the storm Turn on the mic, I'll blow your whole club up And even though I'm still waiting for someone But I'm doing what I want, that's my route You want to explain to me how to make music But you couldn't explain it in two simple words It's true, Moscow It's not enough for anyone to read how I'm a hip-hopper Or to reproach me for something The reproach for me is that there are no more of my fans But you're one of them, and so is your mom I'm Mogambon I've often been involved in scandals But just because I told the truth right in the face I didn't *** around like everyone else I didn't close my eyes, pretending to be blind Even if it's my bad pulse But I'll still *** you up A monster wakes up inside me A complete lack of conscience, but not a brain You know, there's not a drop of love in me If life is like Raffi, then I'm Froli, David Jones The guys made Mara Fieta They paint their nails and hair on their heads But what? Friends are the same as you So there's no one to tell you that you're a fool If you shoot something under my track You can call it a shock content If you shoot something under their tracks You can call it gay content It's not about who will blow up TikTok And it's not about being the one who leads the trend The only thing that matters is that you're nobody yourself But you decided to judge everyone who feeds you Shut up, Abuban! Come on, shut up! If you were in the top, you'd *** this chart You're not Abuban, you're Abusulchak And under you, morons, the match is running out Can someone explain how the amputees appeared? Their brains were given out after the amputation, huh? They would have won in the nomination But in the one where they sing, it's a shame for the nation Hey! Ha! Yeah! You