Mads Veslelia - Bad Motherfucker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1: Mads Veslelia)

Nah, let me tone it down
Man I am just another rapper with an awful sound
And if you got a fucking problem you should solve it now
Man everybody know MV (hold it down)
Yeah, so be quiet and that’s that
Hater’s they be stealing my battery, tryna shatter me like a Snapchat
Is that a ladder? You can pass that
Gonna make a campfire, post a picture, double tap that
So fake sinking down in a ditch
And everybody around me think I’m happy as shit
Fuck love, I ain't fucking with it
Cause everybody I’ve been with is addicted to dick
And I’m bananas, but I feel a bit scared, a gorilla tryna kill me
And he’s under my bed. I see hoes? Nah, fuck what I said
Now they playing hard to get and make me beg for the head
Man I swear

Hook (x2):

And gather around
Cause I am in town
Yeah, it’s going down
You’ve been bad a motherfucker

(Verse 2: Mads Veslelia)

Hello, dear let’s take a walk to the florist
I just choked your son up in the forest
I never joke in songs, I’m not a tourist
And I don’t bite shit, leave that to Luis Suarez
Sorry, I make my own fucking record
My own fucking pecker, respected, so get your pegger and check her
Cause I did wreck her in seconds, and I’ma heck of a racer
Better get on your facebook, stop chase and erase her
You never see me on stage
And if you wanna party you should not be thinking my name
Nobody ever fucking backing my game
And if you ever see me play, no crowd and not a DJ
But pal, that is okie brah
This sound gets me harder than a Nokia
And your ass, more likes than your face (whyy?)
Like the music biz, people like shit, huh?

Hook (x2):

And gather around
Cause I am in town
Yeah, it’s going down
You’ve been bad a motherfucker

(Verse 3: Mads Veslelia)

So keep calm I got the best sequel
You can say what you want about deaf-people
First name sensitive, last name is nipple
I’m just playing with ya'll
Like Drake when he played cripple
Because I started from the bottom, now I live in the attic
I know my rapping is classic, but I ain’t winning no grammy’s
Because I’m living at granny’s, and every time I make magic
She be shouting “keep quiet, little maggot”
So excuse me if I am not friendly
My dick is Moses, your legs is the Red Sea
Don’t need a record label to save me, instead
Bring me chicken soup, cause I am so sick that it’s crazy

Hook (x2):

And gather around
Cause I am in town
Yeah, it’s going down
You’ve been bad a motherfucker