Słoń, Dope D.O.D - Make'em Bleed lyrics
Wojciech Zawadzki
[Słoń, Dope D.O.D - Make'em Bleed lyrics]
You know, I'm tired of all the aggression
Huh i just wanna sing songs
Like when we were kids, you know
You know that - Zamknij kurwa ryj
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I’mma make 'em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)
You better invest in a vest
Or get a hole left in your chest
I roll with the best of the best
Dudes wanna test, that’s a bad decision
I don't suck my own dick and
I ain't into ass kissing
Another ass-kicking commences
Give a fuck about the outcome
Or if it's offensive
'Cause when the dead walk we
Will live within fences
And I'll bring "Lucille" when
I visit your campus
Śmierć tańczy
Rozsiewając wokół trupów zapach
Ja chcę jak Bóg ukarać
Łaków na poziomie gugu-gaga
Więc kundlu japa
W herbie martwica mózgu nadal
Nie dotkniesz mojej poprzeczki
Choćbyś na chuju stawał
Bij na alarm, nadciąga piekielny szwadron
Wstaw w cudzysłów
Że cechuje nas niedelikatność
To czysty hardkor
Plujemy w ryj tym pseudoznawcom
Konkurencja nie istnieje
Jak pięciozłotowy banknot
Temper, temper, never count to ten when
My rowdy gang enter
We split the crowd center
We light incense with the scent of death
Invent sick tracks with intent to wreck
So, mic check, one, two, fuck you and you too
If you make it past me
You gotta face off with Chu
So do what you do and stay over there
'Cause we ain't having no bullshit over here
Na majku społeczny odpad
Zwykły prostak z nadwagą
W dłoniach mam kije do golfa
A oddech cuchnie jak jabol
Wyczuwam strach łamago
Niczym szkolony labrador
Niech przy tym tracku wasze babcie
Się dziś w piekle łajdaczą
Nad miasto przyleciał znów B29
Zmień ksywę na nawóz
Od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w glebie
I mnie się nie pozbędziesz
Nawet z pomocą koleżków
Jestem jak bakterie kału na
Twej szczoteczce do zębów
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I’mma make ’em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)
I went to hell and back
Driving in a red Cadillac
I never left, now I even got the devil back
I never rest, see my heart is in the
Wicked places in my chest
Nevertheless, I don’t stress
'cause I'm dead already
And hella mella sweaty burnin'
All your lily Kelly
People lookin’ at me petty
Like I'm Fetty Wap
Aim my Glock at your flock
'cause they ready now i let it pop
You gon feel it like a belly flop
I'mma bully, I'mma jock, I'm the fuckin' rock
I'mma chip off the old block
You fuckin' flop
Killing niggas like a cop, it will never stop
Always rapping for the real
Rest in peace to pops he in heaven now
But I be still in hell a lot
The demon knights in the castle of Camelot
They still in shock never open
Up the devils box
See, that's a warning, it's gettin' warm
It's hella hot
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I'mma make 'em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)
Huh i just wanna sing songs
Like when we were kids, you know
You know that - Zamknij kurwa ryj
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I’mma make 'em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)
You better invest in a vest
Or get a hole left in your chest
I roll with the best of the best
Dudes wanna test, that’s a bad decision
I don't suck my own dick and
I ain't into ass kissing
Another ass-kicking commences
Give a fuck about the outcome
Or if it's offensive
'Cause when the dead walk we
Will live within fences
And I'll bring "Lucille" when
I visit your campus
Śmierć tańczy
Rozsiewając wokół trupów zapach
Ja chcę jak Bóg ukarać
Łaków na poziomie gugu-gaga
Więc kundlu japa
W herbie martwica mózgu nadal
Nie dotkniesz mojej poprzeczki
Choćbyś na chuju stawał
Bij na alarm, nadciąga piekielny szwadron
Wstaw w cudzysłów
Że cechuje nas niedelikatność
To czysty hardkor
Plujemy w ryj tym pseudoznawcom
Konkurencja nie istnieje
Jak pięciozłotowy banknot
Temper, temper, never count to ten when
My rowdy gang enter
We split the crowd center
We light incense with the scent of death
Invent sick tracks with intent to wreck
So, mic check, one, two, fuck you and you too
If you make it past me
You gotta face off with Chu
So do what you do and stay over there
'Cause we ain't having no bullshit over here
Na majku społeczny odpad
Zwykły prostak z nadwagą
W dłoniach mam kije do golfa
A oddech cuchnie jak jabol
Wyczuwam strach łamago
Niczym szkolony labrador
Niech przy tym tracku wasze babcie
Się dziś w piekle łajdaczą
Nad miasto przyleciał znów B29
Zmień ksywę na nawóz
Od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w glebie
I mnie się nie pozbędziesz
Nawet z pomocą koleżków
Jestem jak bakterie kału na
Twej szczoteczce do zębów
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I’mma make ’em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)
I went to hell and back
Driving in a red Cadillac
I never left, now I even got the devil back
I never rest, see my heart is in the
Wicked places in my chest
Nevertheless, I don’t stress
'cause I'm dead already
And hella mella sweaty burnin'
All your lily Kelly
People lookin’ at me petty
Like I'm Fetty Wap
Aim my Glock at your flock
'cause they ready now i let it pop
You gon feel it like a belly flop
I'mma bully, I'mma jock, I'm the fuckin' rock
I'mma chip off the old block
You fuckin' flop
Killing niggas like a cop, it will never stop
Always rapping for the real
Rest in peace to pops he in heaven now
But I be still in hell a lot
The demon knights in the castle of Camelot
They still in shock never open
Up the devils box
See, that's a warning, it's gettin' warm
It's hella hot
Rub-a-dub-dub, three bodies in the tub
Now who the fuck you think that they be?
(now who they be?)
The hater, the faker, the whack track maker
Fuck it, I'mma make 'em all bleed
(make 'em bleed)