Nafets - Inner Evil [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Nafets]

Quasimodo flow'll make you say Oh no, That Johns been fucking round with Yoko Ono
Them 2 solo cups meanwhile I'll roll the dro though, and drown the Polo wearing rappers depths of the shallow
Shore ride a sea horse no Porsche, spit in Putin's morning Borscht, voice hoarse or rather raspy
My two finger attack see while I'm tryna hail a taxi, the middle up, thumbs down, but smile I'm unhappy
The caps be off the bottles drink it all until I'm happy, and hollow
Take a couple pills down in one fucking swallow
The routine daily supermodel mini morsels tiny packages and slit your broken wrist when she tell you how tiny your fucking package is

[Chorus:Nafets]

Inner Evil still acquired through the meditation
Inner Evil still acquired from the medications
Inner Evil you can read it in the publications
Truly Evil nigga gotta get back to that Satan

Inner Evil still acquired through the meditation
Inner Evil still acquired from the medications
Inner Evil you can read it in the publications
Truly Evil nigga gotta get back to that Satan

[Verse 2:Nafets]
It doesn't satiate the need to saturate the fats and masturbate, Master wait, I gotta finish sniffing paint before my date
So let me get a brush, And an Easel I'll make it look so easy and the palm trees they appease me
So please excuse me, matter fact exsqueeze me, and squeeze me out a cup of laced lemonade real easy
Ill down it quick cigarette flick ash and start a fire shit, run and dash smile fires lit
Chicken fence wire holding in the mass of Chickenshits, cluck heads with bandages and take advantage its a one time movement that a rapper gets as bad as this my patterns is, my patterns are confused revert to Russian Czar, Bizzare
Chord change disarm and disharmony harm your whole army, and get a hold on me, that heat seeking missile with the tip see
Sorry for the tangents man apologize I'm little kinda tipsy, Kindly bit tips me with a couple drill Bits

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[Verse 3:Nafets]
Insomnia what kept me living through the prison bars, stench reeking heavier than used cigars, burns seeping through my skin
Pins and Needles stickin in, protest the obvious with rioters and some picket fence
Stashing shivs and shanks minus Shaw, waiting for that fucking sawed off
Guard tried to flick me off I blew his broad arm off, Cotton soft sheets is what I had in mind, The master of both space and Rhyme, need to get a fix to make it back to scheduled time
Siren blasting, Busy barricade the doors from belligerent barracuda with fury driven like some furies witchcraft and chicken curry Man I'm in a hurry to get out
And find a fury, Fred Aistair-case need a couple beer cases, a beer cage with shell casings line the floor space, floor space linen covered by that bear rug i shredded it, got a couple mad facts off of Reddit its

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