Crucified - Violaters [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Fuck 'em, all my haters, get 'em all up to the paper
Put 'em all up in a muthafucker [?], I pass 'em all
And nobody gonna rip and gonna get it screwing up
But chop 'em with the sort of venom, man I bet that we will shock
How to get em all with force
[?]
And the devil shyt is curse
[?] up like a torch
And their bodies get a [?]
And I'm leavin' their panic and I get back in attacking and gonna finish everybody all
I'ma get em when I shoot em, man, I'm TEC-9
Hop in 'em all up, follow [?] till the last drop
Then I put the ashes, gonna get it, split it in a milli, [?] never get cought
[?] money, let the cash come
Go ahead and [?] figure out a last one



To make to get em list and leave and sees and and meet and rip em with a passion
Who wanna feel em to take a night,and stand making opposite tomanage the mass swear,and he punches em all bleadin and leadin through the far
You are fuckin' with the bomb shit
I'm becomin' Crucified
And tellin how to tell em and say goodbye
How many we get em through the corner and creep in night
And we gonna get to make em all get a hit emand pop em and beat em that they get high
Everyday we dust the blast highline
Muthafucka sure that he is stayin in my mind
I am all up above people in dance and take a chance n chance mugling grap the past time
Whenever we a quit
All up in shit
Get a bcrime and swear the big to exit
I gonna feel em and swear em through the corner and take em not to forgive me how im take another hit

[Verse 2]
We comin to get u and make u get down
And wake above the stain and check the parillas
And some go ahead and sure we are all men
Never known what is above goin to rain
Lets get a riper
N he is be sellin n manage us all to be a ghost
We can actually smoke some a lot of known
See mystigue Crucified that u r hope know
U can feel up the smoke
U can hope on rope and I know how is to sold a flow
Whenever muthafucka is leadin n till bleadin and I am seen it we can get a quick soldier
We get quick and even lickin like a murder n stuck pissin em through the murder pillin over all em and will win take em like a jillity n manage to do em in my ability
Now we wanna hot all em hospitally
See em through the muthafuckas who curse in din
The wrap all rappers right n hip hop n gong n drop n block em on all pillin grib
Shots r gonna go
Cups r gonna roll
The till u go
U wanna roll
Give me all weed and I need to be free
Homies r be checkin my turses which i see where i leave
Like a flick from the sixes and see it repeatedly and we gon through reality
Tricks will be blast whenever we gonna last
N life will be focus like what we r all see
No one could blame
But enemies wanna want all heat diein
Shut em up all n din em n eat em in my level n figure em with my sees what r watchin for the sign


[Verse 3]
People are fightin like disbehave em n no one can get em n put em in every bad venom
Homie Imma get em n get em with arm threatn Im leavin em free
Imma put em in convorsation
While we sit n gonna wanna put in my opposition
Try n doubt me whenever we get down em through the check em
What would we have if we put in the destination
When we are all brassed em n kick em violater em
How much is a pussy tissin above these bitch
How many family cause we everybody switch
Gonna get em mornin n so they have to pull em quick
N nobody wanna go to have to get em quit
Whenever everybody is put em in way in my sickness
Never let me is their no witness
N washes all dishes n come through the vicious
Do u really wanna to never see a lot of dis shit
N target is beatin
So heart is wicked
My mind is beat me
So whats real its real
Walk em to mohan n get u a ticket n lap has seen this sense as feel
So whats a deal
I rap em as a ticket n so I go real
I smoke n choke n flow is my on n best is to choke n we keep in consils
I never diffeel
So how my life seems in all my best level
N I can take my bite n make em vomit
This is a good smoke
This is a good kill
And bitch shoot and get killed
When I'm up, shoot 'em all up in their [?]
Get em in novel where they stockin in da real
Stick em on gun n was it just chill