Текст песни Criminal (Eminem) с переводом

A lot of people ask me stupid f*ckin questions

A lot of people think that what I say on records

Or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life

Or that I believe in it

Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that

I’m actually gonna do it

Or that I believe in it

Well, sh*t if you believe that

Then I’ll kill you

You know why?

Cuz I’m a

CRIMINAL

CRIMINAL

You god damn right

I’m a CRIMINAL

Yeah, I’m a CRIMINAL

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge

That’ll stab you in the head

whether you’re a fag or lez

Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest

Pants or dress — hate fags? The answer’s «yes»

Homophobic? Nah, you’re just heterophobic

Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)

That’s my motherfuckin balls, you’d better let go of em

They belong in my scrotum, you’ll never get hold of em

Hey, it’s me, Versace

Whoops, somebody shot me!

And I was just checkin the mail

Get it? Checkin the 'male'?

How many records you expectin to sell

after your second LP sends you directly to jail?

C’mon!- Relax guy, I like gay men

Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)

Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus

Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car

And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital

Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher

You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither

You can’t teach me a goddamn thing cause

I watch TV, and Comcast cable

and you ain’t able to stop these thoughts

You can’t stop me from toppin these charts

And you can’t stop me from droppin each March

with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards

Duhhh, and to think, it’s just little ol' me

Mr. «Don't Give A F*ck,» still won’t leave

I’m a CRIMINAL

Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it’s a crime

To tell em what’s on my mind — I guess I’m a CRIMINAL

But I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird

And keep goin, I don’t take shit from no one

My mother did drugs — tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed

The baby came out — disfigured, ligaments indeed

It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she

Don’t dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me

I’m a CRIMINAL — an animal caged who turned crazed

But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren’t raised?

So as I got older and I got a lot taller

My d*ck shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker

than you’d wanna fuck me up for sayin the word nig*a

My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral

Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk

Off of his own employee

Now don’t ignore me, you won’t avoid me

You can’t miss me, I’m white, blonde-haired

And my nose is pointy

I’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that die

In plane crashes and laughs

As long as it ain’t happened to him

Slim Shady, I’m as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined

the maniac’s in

Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn’t make it today

He’s a little under the weather, so I’m takin his place

(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that’s Dre with an AK to his face

Don’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place

I told you Dre, you should’ve kept that thang put away

I guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?

I’m a CRIMINAL

Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker

Get the motherf*ckin money and get the f*ck up outta there

Aight

I’ll be right here waitin on you

Aight

Yo Em

What?!

Don’t kill nobody this time

Awwright god damn, f*ck

(whistling) how you doin'?

HI, how can I help you?

Yeah I need to make a withdrawl

Okay

Put the f*ckin money in the bag b*tch

and I won’t kill you!

What? Oh my god, don’t kill me

I’m not gonna kill you b*tch, quit lookin around

Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me

I said I’m not gonna fuckin kill you

Hurry the f*ck up! Thank you!

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it

So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it

So I’ll be disguised in it

And if anybody identifies the guy in it

I’ll hide for five minutes

Come back, shoot the eyewitness

Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business

Die, b*tches, bastards, brats, pets

This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his as* yet

If I ever gave a f*ck, I’d shave my nuts

Tuck my d*ck inbetween my legs and cluck

You motherf*ckin chickens ain’t brave enough

to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut

Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up

To make you mad so kiss my white naked as*

And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as

I’ma be a f*ckin rapist in a Jason mask

I’m a CRIMINAL

Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it’s a crime

To tell em what’s on my mind — I guess I’m a CRIMINAL

But I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird

And keep goin, I don’t take shit from no one

I’m a CRIMINAL

Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it’s a crime

To tell em what’s on my mind — I guess I’m a CRIMINAL

But I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird

And keep goin, I don’t take shit from no one