Текст песни All I Think About (Bad Meets Evil) с переводом

From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up

All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger

Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

The chopper got about fifty bullets

Ain’t no way it’s accidental when I spill 'em on you

I’m the realest in the biz, how you livin'?

'Cause you can get it how you live

And while you livin', I’mma say my pull out game is so real

I still get rid of kids, now that’s ill

The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles

Ain’t gon' really take no time to come through and murder you

I don’t fake mine, I do this the fair way

Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display

Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away

Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar

My microphone and AK-47, that’s my new guitar

I don’t belong to you and I don’t care who you are

Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints

Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins

That’s besides the point like a shootin' guard

Nigga, I’m a rockstar

With whoopin' cough

I am sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi

What kind of a movie star

Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard?

«Fuck you doin', you retard?»

Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog

You swear I knew where the Roofies are

The way I drug a bitch… through the yard

Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred

Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar

So what you so blunt for?

Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?

Or did you just become bored with this?

You’re slipping into a funk, I just become morbid

And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits

Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop

Told you from the gate

One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races

Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses

There’s nothin' more disgustin' an animal

I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap

And the tannin' lotion

To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote

There’s not a pill for bananas though

It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though

Actin' like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless

Bitch, I’m Shredder, so you better crawl back in your shell

Or run 'fore you get injured

A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us

Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is

'Cause we’d smoke you on any joint

Bad and Evil’s back, bitch

You might experience some shortness of breath

As you sit with your lungs punctured

Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin'

If I tell you once more, then you’re done for

You’re going to have to learn

How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum

Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump

To think we’d come with a trunk shortage

B-b-b-b-bass in your face, bitch

Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords

This is what blood sport is

The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors

God damn, the Slaughter boy general

Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it

Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it

Hit’s an order, this the consortium

From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up

All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

So I go straight at opponent’s heads with this anger

Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

If I don’t got no more drama, bitch, I’m a fish outta water bottle

After all these guys I slaughter

Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen?

I never rapped for bitches, how’s it that my audience now is broader?

Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause

I am a kaze without the kami

You wouldn’t be a G if you cost me a thousand dollars

Infrared in my pencil lead

But always keep an extra one stocked though

In the back pocket and both of 'em locked

And they’re loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I’m holdin'

You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon

Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'

'Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin' yet, I’m still a villain

You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec

With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt

In kung fu, protect your neck and

Respect the gun rule

Read in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu

You realize if you defy, you probably won’t be around here long

Rapunzel (get over it)

Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket

And the drum roll poppin', that’s…

That’s overkill, I keep the kill under me

I keep the chill one degree

I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes

You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’t

Yeah, there’s still one of me, now me slap you

That’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassing

And you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious

So we scrap over you lyin' like a feline cub in a forest

Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

And I’m born with Malaria

Form of Lou Gehrigs

To torture and terrify corporate America

Poor little Erica

In the morning the sheriff’s and Law Enforcement

Will find one fourth of her buried

Under a barrier of the kitchen floor

With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up

All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

So I go straight at opponent’s heads with this anger

Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

Back then hoes didn’t want him

Now the black Benz all hittin' corners

My spectacular vernacular

I spit like giving Ex-Lax to Dracula

Let me translate: I’m tryna find me a bitch

And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked

And then I’m shitting on her

And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting

Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota

Getting stoned ta Jonas Brothers

Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping

A time bomb with a nervous tick

Another murder victim, I flirted with them first

And burrr-stick ‘em, I’d burn up if I try to step foot inside a church chicken

wanna making sure any who battle me crawl away

Assault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say

I’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so

pardon the analogy

But I disappear as quick as Natalee Holloway

It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'

But one thing I never mind’s getting called Elvis all the time

In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, 'cause he died

shitting

So-a, shitting, I’m spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide

Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid like to fuck it

Switch subjects, moving on to the next one it’s Ch- Chucky

Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi

A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody

His knife’s so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody

Pull out the Schick Hydro and

In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it

'Cause for this man, I would take a lighter

And light up all of my Lighter money

You can call it pyro money, «Hi Rihanna»

I mean wait, «Hi Tianna», wait, «Hi Tatiana», shit

I gotta problem I don’t like, it’s called fuck a model-itis

Who pussy the tightest?

That’s amazing, sit your ass down

I don’t like the pussy too tight

Get the fuck outta here and have some babies

Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will

It’s all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill

I’m so far ahead of the skills here

Getting ready for my past life

I’m the real deal

Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill)

'Til I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and

Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal

I’m not about to sit and go through the whole spiel

Of how I’m- how I’m cold steel like an old closed snowmobile

And no feeling but so jovial

But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, I’m so for real

It’s what I told the phony emcee before I broke his will

Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul

Told him when I snap like a photo

He’ll get exposed like a roll of film

Now here he goes again, oh

I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again

Like Buffalo Bill’s, bitch you didn’t put lotion in

The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow

With throw pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then

Smoke billows I lit up… ah, fuck it