DKC - Benazir Bhutto (I'm A Rebel) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
They are me
They are me
But I’m not them

[Verse 1]

White right under the nose but bet it’s not burfi
Presidential pardons like the turkey
Flip the match, yell, “I’m his father, God can’t hurt me!"
Make the pass, rotate head, beg her not to spurn me, turn me, work me
The person I left searching lying on a communist bed
Pouring religion into Sprite
Huesos molidos con contrite trite
Snapchats and instagram again
Middle America hipster gem
No joke, I told them listen to Defoe
Keep them locked in the suburbs
Color of a courageous coward, a young curt Bert
Fuck what you’ve heard, tangerine nose on her, mad pert
The Salvadoran contingent thinks I’m on an unchristian mission
Fuck what you’ve heard me and her that’s cold fission

[Interlude]

Is daur kay rasam riwajon se
In takhton se In tajon se
Jo zulm ki kokh se jante hain
Insani khoon se palte hain
Jo nafrat ki bunyadain hain
Aur khooni khet ki khadein hain
Main baghi houn, main baghi houn

[Hook]
Living in exile Benazir Bhutto
When you go home that’s when they get you, Benazir Bhutto

A zip full of zikr underneath my zipper
No tricks heard I kiss and flip her
I passed on Netflix passwords
The kind of thing happens every day like mass murd
Or ends up in only the last two letters
Probably push a punishment but what’s better:
A lifetime of Turkish coffee and emptying talking
Run with it like Gucci Mane fixing chickens
I’m in the trees like angst-ridden Wiccans
She said come over; I said let’s kick it
That’s the end; there was no beginning
The suburban everyman like poolside spray tans
And thick-necked fathers with dyed hair and heavy hands
Catch me in an upperclassmen car choking on my first hit
Or porno dreams of getting my dick licked ‘fore I even had a first kiss

[Outro]

This isn’t my true story
His, it’s yours
Come on man everyone knows what the suburban lore is
How you only got here because of your dad, Benazir Bhutto

[Hook]