Текст песни: Let Mobina Do Her Wicked Little Dance + перевод

You might be the proud new father

I am their future martyr

Who slaughters like blood is the new water

Who’s darker, who owns a tooth sharpener

Who’s partner is a fool for his tool carver

No disputing, refutings, no eludings

Just shootings, feudings, no undoings

No diffusing, abusings, unexcusing

Shoestring removings becoming behooving

They don’t pay me to kill but to stop killing

I don’t hold my end of the deal, I should stop billing

Any lesser of an evil is not fulfilling

Don’t text your house cleaner for a mop spilling

You’re the trailer, teaser, I’m the feature

You ail, you’re weaker, I am neither

I’m a leader, you’re a cheater, deceiver

Easier, a receiver, breeder!

Musical martyr who do it harder

Fresh to death, like a French funeral parlor

Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars

France holla, anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala

A black and white collar, grimy like crack pipe squalor

Trying to get a rap life dollar

Still spit it for shelltoes lottos with the velcros

It’s killa code I dun did it till hell froze

Old school Guc jacket dirty elbows

My boombox blast the heavens

I talk shit, stuck bibles in the ass of reverends

They wonder what faith he is

Is he Muslim, Christian, or Atheist?

It don’t matter, brain splatter just take a clip

Only present, ain’t no way to escape the clique

This a drama theme, you a faggot rapper drama queen

My body work is vicious quick enough to rock your spleen

Ain’t nothin' funny sonny, even Vinnie’s Glock is mean

Steady with a machete ready for me to chop your team

How is Bush still here, we shoulda been shot him

Hologram, Taliban, call me Vin Laden

You a new jack hustla, Vinnie been clockin'

You a new jack sucker, Vinnie been rockin'

I ain’t hear you sucker, come a little closer

Close enough so I can rock you with a mini roaster (x2)

These the last words of a nigga who’s stressed

Shit on my mind, like «Can I live?», am I goin through death?

My first rhyme could be my last dependin on who’s next in God’s book nigga

I’m not shook, I’mma take it like a crook nigga

Slash on someone in the flesh, my roach lit

Got me spazzin and holdin my breath, I won’t quit

Goin fast down a one way stretch in God’s book nigga

I’m not shook I’mma take it like a crook nigga

Come on!

I’m a crook nigga, I’m a I’m a crook nigga (2x)

Everything ain’t always what it seems

Either I blow steam, or fall back and blow cream

Cuz, the left hand’s for the position of mic

I made a nigga wet himself when the mission ain’t right

I’m on some OG shit, go fishin' at night

Scrub the jewels with toothpaste so the glisten is right

Fuckers, I’m on a level that you can’t ignore

I prefer a boxcutter til' your face start to drip and pour

Catch me and Reef eating on South Beach

Smackin' niggas so hard his head’ll leak out meat

Salute me or you better speak out peace

Cuz cats smoke so much oil niggas leak out grease

We play everyday just like the weekend

Because of Doap Nix

And the A to the O to the T to the P in this bitch

Surgeon General’s Warning:

I’m surgically injuring informants to resemble invalid deformed kids

Satan’s orphan born forced to contort ribs

Expand my land look what one golf course did

Nine irons and three woods, goons with the spikey bats

Ali Baba swords swoosh-shaped in the Nike bag (damn)

Ask around they say for real «I'ma a rider man»

Ladies love my sniper aim 'plus they like my tiger fangs'

Spiders came, Oh!, from my grave when I rose out

Looked at the sphinx and, I chiseled the nose out

Fo’shizzle there’s no doubt, the military unit of the Tibetan black magicians

Is here to make exact incisions

With radioactive equipment

And have you stabbed quick through your cheek flesh like we bass fishing

So crabs listen, there is no ass kissin'

Sloppy with my work, do my dirt with my mask missin'

Flex guns like a shirtless jack

Half black, half animal cracker minus the circus box

I’m felt like Murs with the Slug

Emerge with a buzz

My words nerd’s merged with a thug

Pride added to poverty equals robbery

Over larder weed with more traffic than Joggasee (??)

I’ll eat your God degree, Allah decree

Stay in the cut like words wrote across the crease

Magnetic and Vin Paz, we been spazzed

Live fast from a quick slash to a skin graft

I’m a jail dude

It’s harder to come up on bail dude

I’m harder than stomaching jail food

It’s part of dumb luck that fail you

Right when you need it most

Squeezin' throats, choked til' your Caesar’s close

I’m the reason that the Eagle’s close

Rough times tough lines

Number five with the ?? poach

Yo, who wanna get stabbed and shot?

Dig a hole, let the casket drop

Norman Bates back, pass the Glock

Shoot his face when I pass the block

Tell the world suck a dick, dirty ass, and twat

Moz

Sick in the head, ask my pop

He dead, fuck if he gone nigga ask a cop

I’m tellin God how I feel if he ask or not

I roll with Outerspace call me astronaut

Kamach, Kenny the Kid, Reef, and King

Vinnie blew the whistle last minute, D is in

Double G’s, xanny popper mixing weed and gin

Spanish fleet when I pop up, let the demons in

Terrorize your whole hood, dirty T’s and Timbs

I’ma birth the whole game, let the semen in

Nigga

I’m the mothafuckin' reason when

Niggas snitch niggas die

Put ya spliffs in the sky