Make'em Bleed

You know I'm tired of all the aggression huh

I just wanna sing songs like when we were kids you know

You know that

Zamknij kurwa ryj

Rub a dub dub three bodies in the tub

Now who the fuck you think that they be (now who they be)

The hater the faker the whack track maker

Fuck it I'mma make 'em all bleed (make 'em bleed)

You better invest in a vest

Or get a hole left in your chest

I roll with the best of the best

Dudes wanna test that's a bad decision

I don't suck my own dick and I ain't into ass kissing

Another ass kicking commences

Give a fuck about the outcome or if it's offensive

'Cause when the dead walk we will live within fences

And I'll bring "Lucille" when I visit your campus

Śmierć tańczy rozsiewając wokół trupów zapach

Ja chcę jak Bóg ukarać łaków na poziomie gugu gaga

Więc kundlu japa w herbie martwica mózgu nadal

Nie dotkniesz mojej poprzeczki choćbyś na chuju stawał

Bij na alarm nadciąga piekielny szwadron

Wstaw w cudzysłów że cechuje nas niedelikatność

To czysty hardkor plujemy w ryj tym pseudoznawcom

Konkurencja nie istnieje jak pięciozłotowy banknot

Temper temper never count to ten when

My rowdy gang enter we split the crowd center

We light incense with the scent of death

Invent sick tracks with intent to wreck

So mic check one two fuck you and you too

If you make it past me you gotta face off with cubes

So do what you do and stay over there

'Cause we ain't having no bullshit over here

Na majku społeczny odpad zwykły prostak z nadwagą

W dłoniach mam kije do golfa a oddech cuchnie jak jabol

Wyczuwam strach łamago niczym szkolony labrador

Niech przy tym tracku wasze babcie się dziś w piekle łajdaczą

Nad miasto przyleciał znów B29

Zmień ksywę na nawóz od dzisiaj zamieszkasz w glebie

I mnie się nie pozbędziesz nawet z pomocą koleżków

Jestem jak bakterie kału na twej szczoteczce do zębów

Rub a dub dub three bodies in the tub

Now who the fuck you think that they be (now who they be)

The hater the faker the whack track maker

Fuck it I'mma make 'em all bleed (make 'em bleed)

I went to hell and back driving in a red Cadillac

I never left now I even got the devil back

I never rest see my heart is in the wicked places in my chest

Nevertheless I don't stress 'cause I'm dead already

And hella mella sweaty burnin' all your lily Kelly

People lookin' at me petty like I'm Fetty Wap

Aim my Glock at your flock 'cause they ready now

I let it pop you gon feel it like a belly flop

I'mma bully I'mma jock I'm the fuckin' rock

I'mma chip off the old block you fuckin' flop

Killing niggas like a cop it will never stop

Always rapping for the real rest in peace to pops

He in heaven now but I be still in hell a lot

The demon knights in the castle of Camelot

They still in shock never open up the

See that's a warning it's gettin' warm it's hella hot

Rub a dub dub three bodies in the tub

Now who the fuck you think that they be (now who they be)

The hater the faker the whack track maker

Fuck it I'mma make 'em all bleed (make 'em bleed)