$uicideboy$ - THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DO [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
You ask me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen
For all I know, even murdered
By nightfall, we will have left your Earth
You will not see us until it is time
Time for what?
$uicideboy, bitch ($uicideboy, bitch)

[Verse 1: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
When I die, auction off all my body parts
Let's see what Oddy cost, under my skull the shotty's cross
Got all these opps on my dick, like it's made of metal
Makin' so much money, it's like my boss is the devil
She loves me, she loves me not, I ran out of petals
Littered the ground with rose bits I'll grip this thorny stem forever
A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering, same tale
I been uncovering I'm staining the world grey, y'all get back to coloring


[Verse 2: HALF CIG]
Slickity-slickity sloth thug Bach
Shoot up the mass, it will B minor
Jabbin' my arm no Pfizer, dick cuffed like it cum with priors
Liars all around me talking hugs and love
Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust
Fuck, that's some hard motherfuckin' truth
Still contemplatin' suicide, just upgraded a couple coupes
Morally bankrupt, call the skank up to pretend she love me
But I do love you
Ho, don’t talk while you fuckin' suckin'

[Interlude: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL & HALF CIG]
Uh, should we, I-, that was a little short, bruh
Well, fuck, bro
Can we, can we
I just did eight bars 'cause I thought you said all you had to say
Yeah, I got more shit to say, bro, like
Well, I mean
What? Tell me
They sayin' you "Lost touch"

[Verse 3: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
Who the fuck say Ruby done lost his touch?
Blame my success on lots of luck, but lots of luck didn't get your bitch un-fucked
Blame my absence on the fact that my dick got stuck
Call me Evergreen, your bitch never seemed like she lost touch
Begging me, she wants her jaw fucked
Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash
Use her tongue to collect ash for the stash, I guess I'll smash
Pull off in the Glee-Wagon, fucked up, I might crash
Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white-trash
[Verse 4: HALF CIG]
Bitch, I cheated death, ain't nothin' that I can't do
Manipulation shawty, I could sell ice to Nanook
I can sell ice to the jeweler, I can sell Christ like I'm Judas
Self-righteous type of shooter, make my life insurance shoot up
Wet screwed up
Product of my environment, my therapist was talking Freud
I rolled my eyes then fired the bitch
Why would I quit? My drug of choice is overdosin', duh
My dick got no limits, I'm Master P pimpin' and makin' them bitches say "Ugh!"

[Outro: RUBY DA ARCHANGEL]
You would be horrified at the sight of us
Rain, rain, go away, two-hundred on the dash, watch me hydroplane
Gang, gang, gang's all grey from New Orleans to Ottawa, from Atlanta to the Bay