Текст песни Damnednation (Lee Scott) с переводом

Yo, listen, shit

Morbid, thoughtless

Awkward and high

Drunk off my face

Putting ale in the water supply

The lord of the flies

I’ll paint your house an assortment of whites

And then blow it up on the 4th of july

I sit at home and smoke cause I’m bored of my life

And I think actual cats and dogs fall from our skies

I’m going schizophrenic but ignoring the signs

I had a few more bars for this verse but I snorted the lines

Insomniac, I spend all of my nights

Afraid of the dark, on my bed trynna talk to the lights

I bought a gun and asked Mr. Wrong for the time

Then proceed to sticking up a windowsill for a pie

If you think you ill then you die, simply

And if you eat this pill then you’ll fly high with me

I need my baggie to give me my buds back

And rizzla stop stealing the spliff from my skunk stash, please

I hate spitting but really I love rap

It’s my sole excuse to live as a scruffbag

Give me a ‘fuck that' -Fuck that!

Walking on the London Underground drunk like «Does my bomb look big in this

rucksack?»

Hey, yo

Mr. Wrong

The guy you wish you never saw

The devil’s spawn playing knock and run on heaven’s door

Someone told me I should censor more

So F the law

And I hope you die, a fulfilled death of course

A reformed character with no regrets at all

So when I tell you you’re wack

It’s for the better cause

An amazing man, I’ll make a stand without any flaws

This here verse was written pissed up in hell on tour

I keep unsettled scores

Yes, I’m raw but I’m humble

I tell the crowd to shut the fuck up when I get applause

On December 24th you can find me with the Grinch

Bringing Christmas in, singing jingle bells of war

A mutant sex offender

Making X-men porn

Getting head from Storm

In Professor X’s dorm

Watching snuff films

Starring She-Ra and Skeletor

Knocked out Prince charming’s teeth charged and wrecked the ball

That pumpkin becomes a rented ford

Then I run a train on Snow White

In the backseat with the seven dwarves

-dreams of fucking a cartoon bitch-

Smoke so much cess I’m forever warped

I’ll be living ill, rest assured

But fuck Benidorm’s best resorts

The Blah familia holiday in a mental ward

Green hill, death over the lowest tetris score

I’m raw

I’ve got a heart and lungs in my chest of drawers

My art of wars sergeant’s short

I bombared your fort’s armored door

In a car I stole with your ???

Attached to the bonnet with a 100 yards of rope

Neckin' Bacardi raw 'till I can hardly talk

My brain discards, it’s some cautious, retarded

On a throne ??? guarded by some garden gnomes

Spark your nose after rolling half a ???

Using scraggy carpet I stole from an apartment floor

They only blow to make a carcass float

Body parts for boats

Using severed legs and arms for oars

A considerate thief that’ll rob your house

And when I’m gone ring the police

I dont live ??? and not hit 23

I’ll drink to my death cause I won’t stop drinking deceased

Bought some crib in the sea next to Davey’s locker

With my Mezcal and Vodka mixed in my tea

Set the stage as i walk around

Welcome to the place where people get swallowed whole

Where the phantom of the opera prays on the sweat dripping off your hair

follicles

Sleight banana peel slip up

Worst nightmare

Make you swallow shrapnel like the turnstile fair

Yellow bellied emcees don’t live to tell the tale

Only have themselves to blame

They wanna turn out like yesterday’s news

I’m fire, exercising the best escape route

That’s why I’m digging manholes to put them in

They on some fill in the blanks flow missing something

Couldn’t find flow using Y shaped sticks

No evidence of liquid rushing

More unoriginal than tramps with a sign saying «Gimme money»

You silly sausage, I admire your persistence

No lightbulbs above your head

Past your sell by date on some dusty shelf

The lack of moisture leaves your feeling parched

The knock up on your head will leave you seeing stars…

Seeing stars… seeing stars.

Now through time shows my tight poems

Spinning like cyclones, attack your lane

Wannabe freestyle on mic clones

I crack your headbones when I surround you like ???

You’re so shit you get outshined by your hypeman

I’m the type to go super like sayan so why you lyin'?

My off the top destroys your best verse without tryin'

??? and it requires some proof

The terror lies your shitty flows inside the vocal booth

Even if you pushed coke you couldn’t get a line out

Cliques are having a fix when I script the ???

So everytime I’m underground like a cellar

As I creep up from the dark and mark you with an acapella fella

The drunk driving narcoleptic

With a mental fucking infection in my brain that’s retarded

Mcs step in cyphers against the Children Of The Damned and are left decapitated

and discarded

My head is filled with ??? and cogs

And dreams of appearing on Topics Of Pops

With a bomb in a box

Never admitted defeat

I’m 19 and got beef with every kid on my street

Don’t try me I think I kill in my sleep

For that would explain the flesh and guts on my pillows and sheets

And the blood that drips from my teeth when I’m sipping my tea

I rep for children in need, when I say that

I mean those who can’t afford to chit for a week

The definition of a skillful mc — is not you

I’m so big-headded that when I think on my feet I cripple my knees

My odd crew is a mixture of thieves and bastards

Fuck drive-bys we pop shots when we swing through the trees

It’s the ??? the royal flush to take your high card threw out

You should grab the rubber ring the lifeguard threw out

My cypher’s in the deep water sea fins surround you

S.O.S. teams finish the search before they found you

The joker out the pack fuck a dope spitter

I’m the Goldenbran of rap, fuck your own sister

But I won’t diss her cause I’ll fuck her too

So what you gonna do when COTD rush your crew?

Coming through it’s the ??? crew forever

Gripping corkscrews, sticking up the full moon for cheddar

Fuck your clique, I’ll bucktooth this members bitch

Who’s your favorite rapper? Fuck you, I’m better

It’s the lost kid picking pockets of the business bosses

Nickin' wallets and swingin' pockets, ditchin' coppers

Repping for the Children Of The Damned

Dilner is the man stealing silver off your hand