Текст песни I'm Not Lil Dicky (Camboi Smif) с переводом

Yo, fuck Lil Dicky

Erry body be comparin me, to him

And it sickens me

I’m serious, it causes me

To vomit on my dick

Stick my dong up in a bitch, non

Consent without a condom’n shit

Which I just did, now

Thanks to you, maybe

Next time you’ll think befo'

You compare me to a dude

Though I do, admit, dat

I like Young Dick, no

Pedophilic shit, I’m just

Sayin that I like the kid

Which is weird, since

We both use that name, but

I’m pretty sure he’s sayin it

In an endearin' way

I’m facetious, when

I use dat phrase, cuz

Really I think dat

Shit is mad gay but

That’s just my opinion

I ain’t tryna diss him

If we ever met in public

I would suck his dick, then

Stick my fanga in his butt-

Hole, till he bust a nut-

On, da back of tongue’n

Then I spit it back on — his

Fat dick’n use, that

Shit, as a lubricant

Grab it, jack it

Then I put it back in

The back, of my throat

I’m the deepthroat G.O.A.T

Fuckin hoe, I’mma get it so

Deep, even he choke — N

Semens in my two cheeks

Yummy Jew skeet

Till my face pucker up, cuz

Dat shit is too sweet, D

The B-U, R-D, I’mma

Swallow dat mutha

Fucka like Arby’s

Roast beef, large please

With fries and a water, see

That is just a metaphor, fa

Dave Burd fuckin my pussy

He gonna pull me apart

With his bare hands

Shove himself inside me till

Our pelvis hairs band

Rock me back’n forth

While he kiss my neck — I

Love it when he rub behind

My ear, cuz it get me wet — though my

Favorite thang is when, I

Feel his penis veins, as he

Penetrates my pussy cave’n

Makes me have a crazy shakin'

Orgasm on the floor, as

His warm flaccid sword’s

Tappin on the back door, askin'

Dat ass what is crackin, then

He jabs it, with his

Massive package’n after

He ravages it, I happen’ta

Get real bad at holding crap in

For a month and a half’n

Now err-body in the store

Is laughing at me, grabbing

For the top shelf shortening

Of course then, four pounds’a

Brown would be, pouring out

On da ground before me, clean

Up on aisle fourteen

Pickin' a pack of plastic forks

Up while I’m at it, grab some

Napkins so I can attack him

In the ass like a rack of

Ribs’n by stacking them in my

Lap I keep tha shit from splashin'

On my faggot ass khakis, cuz

Clean shorts makes the boi

Happy dat his ploy’s

Happening, and gladly

I will eat da fuckin ass

Till my voice raspy, from

All da doo-doo crumbs, tumblin'

Down into my tummy tum

But some gets lodged, up

In my esophagus’n I’m

Talkin like Nick Nolte wit’a

Gullet full’a sand spurs, chokin'

On ‘em till my throat is

Diagnosed with cancer, yo

I wanna be in pampers, while

You and Bernie Sanders double

Team me till I have an an-yer-ism

And das for damn sure

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky

Lil Dicky ain’t shit, but

A mainstream Cambizzle

I’mma wipe dat kike’s dang

Seed up wit a damn Jizzle

Wring it out, in my

Muthafuckin mouth, go down

N spit dat muthafucka out

On his tan skittles

Grab his fuckin balls

Like a man by the shirt collar

Swallow dat cock like some

Sautéed collard greens

I know I made you cum once

But I’mma do it once more

Make a muthafucka wonder

What he ever touched a cunt, fourth

Time is a charm, if you

Slide an arm, so far

In his brown barn, datchu

Gotta call State Farm

N though the agent ain’t far

He still complainin' hard, N just

To make him stay calm, you

Take dat gaytard out for some

Muthafuckin chicken parm

Bitch, I’m gone

Gettin' dick in car, on

My way out to the muthafuckin Olive Garden

Shift the whip in park

Lift da Dicky arm, out

Da car and waltz ah fuckin asses

All up in dat fuckin front dwah

Hey bitch, I say

I think I made a reservation

Never mind the fact that my

Fist is still up in his anus

I am gay, bitch

Don’t you ever say shit

To my face, or insinuate

My blatant gayness

I don’t gotta take this

I’ll piss in yo face bitch

I ain’t gonna dine here

But I’mma still take mints

Exchange wince, with

This insatiable fake bitch

Then take dick straight

Back to da gray whip

Rip his pants off, N suck

His penis with my mouth, spin

Him around — go to town

On his muthafuckin asshole

Suck da fuckin poop up

Move it to my stum-uck

Run up to da CVS

N get a fuckin Seven-Up

Empty da bottle on da flo'

Fill it up with some Coke

Give it to da Dicky

As a practical joke

Then give him deepthroat

Cum comin' through my nose

Dicky fuck me like da hoe

I always knew I was supposed, to be

Then we pro-ceed, to eat

Each other’s butts out

Backwards sixty-ninin' with

All four our fuckin' nuts out

Touchin down, in dat muh fuckin

Pube mound, now I’m bout to

Venture down, into dat dirty

Urban dictionary town, wit dat

Kentucky Klondike’n a

Alabama Hot Pocket

Let ‘em poke his lil dick

Into bof’a my eye sockets

We wolfbaggin’n muggin’n

Toungin’n fuckin a dozen

Different ways, such as

Da Honeybucket Blumpkin

N let’em do dat Mexican

Pan-cake, to my face’n

Cake my face, in his

Gooey Chanukkah glaze

Patty cake, patty cake

Space-dock fondue’em

In da Alligator Fuckhouse

N Charizard screw ‘em

Wit da Cleveland Accordion

For forty minutes straight

Do dat Sour Apple Smoothie

N an Eskimo Trebuchet, then

Suicide wank, my fuckin

Dick in his anal rang

Momma and daddy

Come’n see what I done today

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky

I’m not Lil Dicky