Your Boy for Life - Giordano Bruno [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE
"Giordano Bruno"

[Verse 1]

In a cipher ain't no writer tighter, type a like a Cristiano striker
Fighter, nicer and hyper, you like a mountain hiker
Or a biker, doo-doo in a diaper, I'm a mountain sniper
Snipe you from a long distance in between your windshield wiper
Maul you like a mountain tiger, ain't nobody getting higher
Or lower than me, I be the fountain diver
The underwear is where I keep my weed and where I stash money
Act funny, smash your face into the wall like crash dummies
Burn trees, yo I'm burning trees
Like I'm tryna rid the evidence of bloody leaves inside a murder scene
Castrate, I'm that great, I flip weight
You last place, I lift plates, just wait
I reciprocate the movement, rehabilitate the rotor
Locomotor blow you over then disintegrate the blueprint
Ain't no force of nature that could damage me or put dent
I walk this earth a thousand times and never left a footprint
Catch me on the block with a Henny opened top
Penny Loafer drop with the semi-automatic Glock
I know many Albanians, rowdy like Tasmanian
Devils will fill you up with high levels of pure uranium
Look through the atrium inside a gymnasium
My lyrics could fill a stadium packed inside my cranium
I'll tattoo nickels on my dick solely for the fact
When I smash I can pound some cents in that bitch
Uh, real G's gotta represent
Ain't no tellin what I done and underwent
Try to give me dap but then you condescend
A ladder, tree branch and noose is what I recommend
Kill yourself before I get the chance to
Watch me expose you just like I pantsed you
Counting Benjamin's and you can bring the Grant's too
Serve a puto like a Jabbawockee dance crew
Fuck your opinion, I never asked you
I cap you, pedigree assault you like a cashew
I pull a Michael Myers act 'fore I slash you
I gotta rifle, pair of pliers and a mask too
Right, shooting little pistols, that's cute
I motherfucking spit ballistic missiles at you
I'll make you believe I'm the reason that you rap too
You'll tell all of your friends, "I wanna be like that dude"
Your friends will be like "what the fuck?" and they will laugh too
Then they'll turn around and tell you you're a fag dude
Then you'll probably walk up to me like you're sad, ooh
Try to tell me how you feel and then I'll slap you
Revenge is kind of seldom if you rarely ever get 'em
Leave the venom in the cerebellum
That's why I tell 'em I could leave 'em in delirium
And one verse could shatter your entire equilibrium
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