Korbin Pheenix - Anarchrist ft. She-Woof [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro

Verse 1

You ain't crazy
Blades swing below the belt, now is you nuts?
Me and my niggas rush in yo bitch an make it a crew cut..

You'll break records for the longest planks in a pool
Shoes in ya ass till ya grill rock leather and lace

Gotchya red in the face
An embarrassment to all humans
Ya mom an pop screwin was wrong doin; yall proof..
That two 'flicted(deflicted) people make a cute kid ain't true spit
Ya chicks ugly wit weak head? so YALL blew it!

Shots threw in ya buick, look alive!
Im dead eye with the aim
Flame, metal storm tore ya head up when the iron shootin

I glisten from ALL positions
Im a razorblack diamond state strangler
Bangin macs!
Computer hate!

Yo dame.. can blow a nigga sox off for rock soft
A nigga get slammed on his back, crack!
No bakin soda involved!
Put ya face in the raw coke n smell
Eyes buggin needin some tall locs!
You kno its drop

Once kids.. put they fingers on speakers
Then rub the shit all on they top gums
Droppin they pop guns
Lookin for pops gun now the parents look for car keys
By then they whippin ferraris.. like they got connexxions

Gone in seconds flat millions scream the target made me do it
SUCCESS! where the hoes n dos equis at?

They say we de-mons
Spray a k heater eatchya facemeat
If haters creep on kp scheme-iiiin!

(HOOK X2)

Get high if you wonna!
Miller lites if you wonna!
Get in them thighs..
Sniff ICE if you wonna!
Shoot a bitch nigga in his eyes if you wonna!

Anarchrist! anarchrist! anarchrist!

(Anarchrist! Chant for 4 Bars)


VERSE 2

I drill a lil chick wit twig legs
Merged wit a mermade made the bitch skeet her fish eggs

If hoes dont kno about this
They dont kno enough!
I screw em rough; breaaaak em!
I dont fuck bitches i fold em UP!
Yall draaaake em

Like thats whats up
Bro its not
Take em from they entourage, you thinkin they'll box?
Fuck no!

What? think im finna listen to niggas that get a threat
An' the next thing they do is pee in they sox?
Fuck no!

She-Woof:MOTHAFUCKA!

For real
I feel i gotta say it twice
Why yall worry bout datin' dimes
Im takin lifes
Say g'NIGHT!

Slug in ya chain charm, bangin ARs, breakin ICE
I talk wit the tone
They say its NICE

Its a shame this game got as weak as it has
A cat responsible ima snatch and put feet in his ass

Whoop him till the inside of his dome swell...
Swear... pieces of shit?
Look for life eternal
So a turd'll get turned on a shell!

Earnin a fail...
I'll burn his entrails
Make a trail mix.. out of his girl tits!
Pretzels and dried melons
Hell, its open chest wit Gillettes an i won
Breast is yummmm!
Smothered up under dressin and rummmm!
You testy then come!

Address em wit guns
Move and the pound(gun)rip
Dead all the talk
If you in the buildin, we surround it...

Lay you under land
Ya head is off..
Wit the wave of a hand
A boss mobster yeti, wit prosthetic machete claw!

(Hook X2, Chant 8 Bars)

She-Woof:MOTHAFUCKA!