Chef Luv - Taco Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chef Luv]

Degenerate Tom Sawyer
Rhyme Enforcer
Blood makes for poor mortar
Except in Mordor
Four sorcerers
Who opened up their borders
And said "The more the merrier"
Like animal hoarding disorders

Style theocratic
Duly acrobatic
So when Atheists aim I dodge it with a back-flip
I rap sick
Spent nights with chapped lips
Yes I'm iller thank you killers with guerrilla tactics
I'm not saying that I take on that persona but face facts
I act like a primary mind controller
My lights unfolding don't got it figured yet
So for now I pull away from the pack like a cigarette
My true brilliance shines through my resilience
Billions of Brazilions
Couldn't move my opinions
So this time around I'm coming, no hesitations
Like I can't get a table, no reservations

[Verse 2: NATO]

It's NATO, nigga
The one they always talk about
The store alarm's never ring when I'm walking out
But best believe if I'm asked to turn my pockets out
I'd have to rock it out
Hell yeah we turned that Target out
I got my Christmas wishlist
Mind your fucking business
Niggas blowing steam but the bitches blowing kisses

Fuck your rags to riches
Fuck tips I'm bagging bitches
Fuck kissing on the lips, you know where my fucking dick is

Fuck that nigga NATO always mentioning his balls
Draws his numbers on the stalls
But never ever answers calls
Stay fresh to death
Act like I didn't hear a bitch
I'll tell it to your face bitch, I'm realer then Shakira's hips
Apologize, nah
I'm really not sorry
Wanted a nice guy should have gotten with Gagliardi
He's the nice one
Polite with all the manners
I'm the one with ball cancer cause I teabagged all your scanners

Make that your profile picture bitch

[Hook 1: Chef Luv]

Me and hip-hop always fit like a glove
Like a man and a woman with AIDS falling in love
Chef Luv, yeah hope you brought an appetite
Blowing up like a bathroom after Taco Night

[Hook 2: NATO]

Me and Chef Luv we fit in with the thugs
Cold sweats come around, I give into the drugs
Step up
Get fucked
Swag modern like its Rocco's life
Blowing up like your anus after taco night

[Verse 3: Chef Luv]

I don't got that angle dust
I got the Devilin
It got me feeling devilish
Got it from where the devil went
My only evidence is seen in self-evident
Try not to act arrogant but that would just be negligent

A yeti is a yeti no matter what you name it
And a lion is a lion dawg, no matter how you tame it
A picture is a picture no matter how you frame it
So every day I wake up, Its really just the same shit

Creative juices flowing no pulp, fresh squeezed
Knowin' a rock I said it to her wearing a fresh tee
Sippin' fresh tea
With your girl and her besty
She call me Leonel as we getting' all messy
So I'mma lower my horns
And I'mma brandish my tusks
So you can join in if you know what's up
Camped out on the cut
'Till the village is asleep
Come runnin' down the mountain while you countin' your sheep

[Verse 4: NATO]

AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS
AIDS

[Hook 1: Chef Luv]

Me and hip-hop always fit like a glove
Like a man and a woman with AIDS falling in love
Chef Luv, yeah hope you brought an appetite
Blowing up like a bathroom after Taco Night

[Hook 2: NATO]

Me and Chef Luv we fit in with the thugs
Cold sweats come around, I give into the drugs
Step up
Get fucked
Swag modern like its Rocco's life
Blowing up like your anus after taco night