Superking - Clubbed to death [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Skin is worth a thousand bucks; a shame
That it isn't more, still: duds the same
Most desires, I overcame
But not today. No! Entertain me!
We’re motherfucking dressed to kill, y’all
Up for party, not golden yet, but silver
Inside a black limo we arrive at the club
We spent our last cent. The doorman better don’t fuck with us
But he does. Buzz is the cause. With a black eye
And two bags full of becks, I get lost
Suddenly
An all tattooed chick to me:
“Oi G! You’re into crazy stuff, I see
Party in the back?” Jackpot!
Damn, she’s even hot. Becky, look at her butt!
Over the fencing I will give her a leg up
That girl don’t even know this night will change her forever

[Hook]
Cause tonight she's clubbed to death!
And the morning is still far away
And tonight I'll club to death
And the morning is still far away

[Verse 2]
Fuck off DJ!
This club is now mine
Clichees on replay
Boys, it’s time
Make them sweat! Make them sweat! Make them sweat, them females!
Make them dance! Make them dance! Make them dance, untill they die!
Red sweat on the ceiling
Her lips tasted like wine
I just had a nice fillet
And the crowd still calls our name


[Hook]


There’s a murderer on the dance floor
I think he’s into tattooed whores
No one knows the blood I sweat isn't mine. That bitch was fine

[Hook]