Brotha Lynch Hung — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Mask and Knife (feat. G Macc & Bleezo)
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Mask and Knife (feat. G Macc & Bleezo) » de Brotha Lynch Hung.
Paroles
Ay my nig, is that some weed right there, my nig?
Let me hit that shit, man ya feel me? Pass that shit
Naw, this ain’t weed, nigga, you know what this is
I don’t know what it is…
You see how shiny the cigarette is, nigga (hehehe)
Awww, that crippler dippler!
Roberto, let’s do it again!
Clear my throat, then I
Pull a butterfly knife out the back pocket chop it with a semi
Half of the body left in the closet
The other half in the cutlass with me
Wanna come back with the gonorrhea
Feed it to 'em, stomach empty
Look at her fifty stab wounds, hit her with ten
Droppin' the knife, then pickin' it up, then shiv her again
Deliver it to the meat grinder, makeshift grade weed finder
Dig her back up, eat the eyes up
Beat your wife up, keep the knife cut
I got decay, put it to your face, piece releasin'
I bury your face deep to the sea creatures' region
I’m knee deep in your niece’s feces
Right of the pee/tree (?) screamin' finger up, back from the guts, eat these
You can look at me, I’m three people
One of em axe murderer, one of em cat burglar, other one pure evil
Lil' Ripgut 'bout to pick it up and then rape shit, sake shit
Alcohol and razor blade kit… (Let's rip it!)
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!) x8
Frequent, with a black ski mask and a knife!
The freak hazardous type
Got sick habits to beat rappers, deceased afterlife
I’ll sneak in your pad and catch you while you sleep stab you twice
And with no knee pads knee pads I’ll tea bag your wife!
Nigga, I breathe gass in the mic
No 2 Chainz, but I be in the trap with bean bags all right
Did I mention G-Macc, I hope you got a beast appetite
Spit at nuts and guts and chunks of human meat slabs tonight!!!
I eat the beat alive, I’m a mic vulture
Play all my money, I carve you niggas like an ice sculpture
My mind’s kinda bipolar
I’m a high roller, eye swoler
I’ll probably stab a bitch before the night’s over
My flow’s dope bitch, I rhyme yola
I be eatin' niggas like side orders, when I ride on 'em
A scoundrel
Run up in your household with a scalpel and scalp you
For one hundred thousand and counting, I suicide note’cha
Every single day I take a fetus with me (eat it!) x8
Everybody 'bout to get chopped up
Meat grinder, heat finder, we find her
Puttin' her up in the cut, with a couple of razors up in her butt
Ya boy be fucking it up, and there ain’t nobody that can touch
I ain’t lyin' nigga, I’m Kobe Bryant in the clutch
Grrr, Mask and the Knife
Run up in your house, nigga, and I’m slashin' your wife
Kidnappin' your infants, I’m rippin' shit, I get into shit
Run up on 'em, gun up on 'em, I won upon 'em, sickle sick! (Grr)
Kill a nigga like cancer if he think about fucking with me
Sticking a .50 caliber up the gut, hit the kidneys
Rapin' a nigga, scrapin' a nigga off the plate
I think my brain is off the slate
(Ay nigga, ay, come here nigga) Altercate
Running through niggas like Walter Payton
Dead wife at the altar waiting
Grr, splitting the cleavage, I got the meat cleaver
Cuttin' em up when I eat people!
Every single day I take a fetus with me- (at it!) x8
Traduction des paroles
Mon flux est dope bitch, je rime yola
Je mange des négros comme des ordres secondaires, quand je monte sur eux
Un scélérat
Exécuter dans votre maison avec un scalpel et le cuir chevelu vous
Pour cent mille et un comptage, Je suicide note'Cha
Chaque jour, je prends un fœtus avec moi (le manger!) x8
Tout le monde 'bout pour obtenir haché
Hachoir à viande, détecteur de chaleur, nous la trouvons
La mettre dans la coupe, avec un couple de rasoirs dans son cul
Ya boy être putain, et il n'y a pas personne qui peut toucher
Je ne mens pas, je suis Kobe Bryant dans l'embrayage
Grrr, masque et le couteau
Rentre chez toi, négro, et je tue ta femme
Kidnapper vos enfants, je rippin ' merde, je me mets dans la merde
Cours sur eux, arme sur eux, j'ai gagné sur eux, sickle Sickle! (Grr)
Tuer un mec comme un cancer s'il pense à baiser avec moi
Coller une .Calibre 50 dans l'intestin, frapper les reins
Rapin' un mec, scrapin' un mec hors de la plaque
Je pense que mon cerveau est hors de l'ardoise
(Ay nigga, ay, viens ici nigga) altercation
Il traverse des négros comme Walter Payton
Femme morte à l'autel en attente
Grr, en divisant le clivage, j'ai le couperet à viande
Je les coupe quand je mange des gens!
Chaque jour, je prends un fœtus avec moi- (à lui!) x8