Текст песни HOLOCAUST (Wendigo) с переводом

Ha, hey guys, let’s do one of those no melody songs

That’ll be so creative

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

Ayy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahaha

Chase the money, chase money, hahaha

Yeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, Wendi!

B-B-Bitch I’m smokin' gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust

Pull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo cost

Teacher said you won’t be successful makin' those animations

Shut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminations

I tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers

Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafers

Pastor said you won’t be successful gettin' that boomin'

Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a human

And I’ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon

Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I’m faded

but I wiggle like a cartoon

Yeah, I feel like a cartoon

I’m in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis but I’m the nicest

Always eat your food with spices

Pay attention to the prices, don’t be made into a sucka

You won’t have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upper

Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet

I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets

Hit like a guitar pick that’s strummin'

Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle and then I run

Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out

Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out

Don’t do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it

You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it

I got two hands on that bitch, I won’t double back

I got that cookie it double wrap

I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco

I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho

I act like a wacko

I spit like I’m chewin' on you and don’t know what to do with the goo

You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag

Try me, I’ll always pull up with a larger mag

Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me

Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me

I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see

Bitch if we kick it, no way you say «Naw» to weed or to poppin' a bottle

We pop him, he waddle

I ain’t never dawdle, I’m kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model

I stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uh

Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore

You pay to get to seen, you poor

Don’t play for no team, I’m bored, huh?

Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an asshole

Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castle

You one them niggas, not purse, it’s a satchel

That shit a purse, but it’s less of a hassle

Why it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?

I won’t pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch

I pack her smackin' lips

My dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quick

Stackin' chips like it’s a Pringles can

Let’s get it crackin' bitch, nigga

Bring it then, bring it then

Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’m

Bitch, I’m smoking (Bitch, I’m smoking) gas in my chambers like it’s the

holocaust

Cubie!

Bitch, bring the hate

Bring the smoke

Bitch, bring the hate

Bring the smoke

Bitch, I’m feelin' great

Yeah, (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smoke

Bitch, I’m feelin' great, chopstick get ate

Fuck yo fate, change your fuckin' state

Under sewer grates, put the stock up to my waist

I make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fake

I tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my face

Bitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a case

The pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the street

Keep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for?

We racin' on our feet, we move with haste

I’m amazed, all these niggas fallin' off

Free 14, all these other rappers soft

Spider Gang, choppa cough

Bitch, on paper I look greater than presidents

Set preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?

Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence locker

Medicine set, it’ll stomp your head in a dropper

I keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit

red

And I drop ya dead and in heaven with papa

B-B-Bitch I’m smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and Gretel

Sippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettle

Pullin' up, double glovin', I’m buzzin' grippin' the metals

Spend a dozen and dip before he can settle (Yuh)

He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserie

You history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-Doo

I roll up my doobie, full of the beautiful

Her booty pull me in 'cause she’s suitable, irrefutable

Run up on you, make you a victim, I’m the fuckin' shooter

I don’t pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computer

Back in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (They did it)

I feel smart, I ain’t need no tutor, born a true intruder

Bitch I’m smokin' gas in my chambers like it’s the holocaust

P-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that’s what the holo cost

T-T-Teacher said you won’t be successful makin' those animations

T-T-Teacher ain’t no doctor, ain’t got no patience (Nah)

I feel like a cartoon (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, bitch (Huh?), I feel like a cartoon, huh?

(Ha, now we’re so original guys

Let’s add that to the new genre

Oh my god, so lyrical

I only deserve when there’s so much clou-)