Текст песни Endgame (Ro-B. Z.) с переводом

I told you what would happen if you made a diss track against Crypt

You get slaughtered

Yeah

XL

RO-B. Z.

Ayo, MC Nemesis, I heard that diss you dropped

And I have to tell you it was wack

No bars with a wack flow, what a flop

It’s almost like you can’t even rap

Oh wait, you can’t- you think you can diss Crypt?

Man, your entire persona’s a cap!

You done fell out with the wrong crowd

Now have fun getting your name wiped off the map! (Aye)

First of all, how dare you rip into Crypt and diss his grandma like that?

You told me that your grandma died, but apparently you don’t give a crap

That’s wack, man- you don’t throw shade

At the dead relatives of your enemies

Cause that don’t make you look like a man- only like a pussy who’s dying for

attention

Speaking of shade- how can you diss Crypt

When you’re from the same place as Upchurch

Yet you supported Scru Face Jean- that’s Crypt’s best friend, man

You hypocrite- you take one half and trash the rest

But you gotta take 'em both, my- oh wait, you’re not a man, you’re a bitch

Speaking on that- you wanna diss Crypt for supporting rappers who do drugs?

Well, surprise, surprise- you’re in the same vein, 'cause you vape (What?)

You hypocrite- you’re not equipped to be the one rapper who disses narcotics

Because you’re the one taking acrolein to your brain

They say that vaping can lead to cigarettes, and cigarettes can lead to harder

drugs

So, before you diss Crypt for supporting narcotics

You better get yourself to rehab and get clean, then find a job,

'cause you ain’t coming back to rap! (Uh)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (You should have

never made that diss)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end ('Cause now

you’re gonna pay)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (It's 'bout time

you said your prayers)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end ('Cause now this

king’s gonna abdicate)

You talk a lot of shit- you’re just like a fly

You chime it in, pretend it’s a cow pie

Now lie — say you’re rhymes are not ass

You’re lyrics are more fucked than a prostitutes crack

Speaking of that- I tapped your mom last night

She was real tight, had to tap it more then twice

Call me daddy, she did- it was nice

I won’t marry the chick, I’ll just fuck her when I like

What you wanna fight, wreck you like plane crashes

You lame bastard, you’re faker than cheap plastic

I’ll plain slap ya, like a pimp- call me «Master»

Make you sell your ass to make me cash, then cap you after

Should boo yourself- the Crypt diss you did stunk

On a beat your a skunk- stink worse than a poop pump

You a fan of Crypt’s- he’s the man, you’re a chick

And if he was a fly, you’d be a pile of shit that he eats up

Well, why you make me spit like a llama (*spit*)

In the mic with saliva to burn a beat like it’s lava

I’m a dragon when I rap- you’re a little iguana

Big balls but a little dick, and you got

Big jaws but you can’t spit- you are not

At all an emcee- shit, you are more like a frog that ribbits

How can somebody create this sucker

You make me wanna go and slap your mother

The hag should of never let her vag be stuck with

Your dads nasty dick till the asshole busted

You piece of crap I’m flushing

You as fake as the accounts you made

You pretend you’ve got a fan base

You a damn clown man putting on paint

To hide shame- you a disgrace

Need to hide your face

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (You should have

never made that diss)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end ('Cause now

you’re gonna pay)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (It's 'bout time

you said your prayers)

The nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end ('Cause now this

king’s gonna abdicate)

Wait!

You ain’t a lion tamer- you’re just a piece of catnip

You ain’t a rapper- more like a wannabe Blueface

You think you’re a king? Well, now your fate’s automatic

You said it yourself, that «All Kings Will Fall»

Well, I’m starting a revolution, it’s time for you to (Fall)

Oh, you think you’re so great? Well, why don’t you get a better mic then?

You think you can destroy with a diss? Well, write some better rhymes then

Cause your pen game is on the same level as Lil Xan

You’re so bad that not even Gunna would want to collab with you, you little man

Short and stubby, fat and ugly

Feeling a bit lonely, so he decides to terrorize Crypt for a little bit of

clout to his name (You sick bastard)

Faking views and taking shots

At dead grandmas, 'cause he feels he needs a way to get his views up and for

people to listen to the songs he’s made

Man, Crypt’s Joey Bada$$, you’re Troy Ave

Dissing dead people for a small bag

Well, you might have won your Infinity War with your small slaps

But now, this is Endgame, we 'bout to snap

Now get ready to say goodbye to your career, because you’ve got your quota of

fame

Really, the only reason you’re getting noticed is because Crypt decided to

spread your name!

You think you’re a Rap Devil or a Rap God?

Well, I’m about to apostatize your name with this Killshot

'Cause you ain’t a god of war, you ain’t Ares

You’re just some Insecure bitch who decided to do the Unforgivable

And now it’s time for you to fall!