Текст песни Off the Chrome (Demigodz) с переводом

Yo, yo, what’s up man, yo I love your shit!

I got all your shits, yo.

Yo yo, can I get an autograph? can I get some-

Yo I got all your vinyl pieces! I got all the vinyls.

I got the one the new one, the Boom-Bap (oh word)

Yo, yo yo Apathy yo, yo please man, kick a freestyle!

I’m sayin yo, off the dome!

I got little kids sittin in class fiddlin

Didn’t take they Ritalin, Apathetic rolls more than Michelin

Whenever the clips start clickin and

I stab motherfuckers like they’re swordfishin and they fell out the boat

(Ahhhh!) but the fell inside of a moat filled with crocodiles

When I rock the style got the hottest style

Come off the head and blast like lead projectiles

Ya not safe in ya neighborhood like I’m a pedophile

With a van of a man, I — kill all of my fans cuz I’m paranoid

And think that they might turn into a Stan

(Jesus Christ!!) shut up, your makin my ears hurt

You’d probably sell your little sister for an Apathy T-shirt (it's true!)

I’ll crack ya trachea like Dracula in Castlevania

Body-slam, crack ya back like Wrestlemania (ohh!)

You’re just poor white trash with a Charles Bronson mustache (haa!)

I’ll beat your ass and take your bus-pass

I’m that bully at lunch that’ll snatch ya cash

To avoid my wrath you probably cut class (yeah)

Your the type to fuck an ugly bitch and bust fast

I’ll leave you gaspin like you ate Anthrax and mustard gas (ahh!)

Word up son, I’m battlin forces

I’m «made from the best stuff on Earth», a rapper Snapple endorses

And even for little weird kids

I still find time to throw a +Root Beer+ in they +Fridge+

Yo yo Apathy that was so fuckin dope!!!

I love it! (aww man) yo yo yo yo encore, kick another one!

(Yo yo man hold up, I gotta be out man)

(but I think my man Louis Logic right here can help you out)

Ah-ah-ah… Lou? Louis Logic?!!

Jesus! Oh! Factotum!

I drank my first beer, listenin to Factotum!

{yo I’m kinda hemmed up right now, but you know what)

Yeah that’s what I’m talkin about! Spit it! SPIT IT!

Be aware, that I’m in need of a beer (I love it!!)

You motherfuckers got a full pack of Squares?

I’mma steal that too, and smash you in the fuckin face

With a big piece of Chinese bamboo (hahaha!)

I’m Logical, I’m the comical one

I could kick you, right in your abdominal son (whoa!)

And I leave you on the run from the cops, and the feds

For tryin to fuck around with any rhyme that I said (ahh!)

Your a biter, I’ll strike you with a brand new lighter

And slash ya fuckin face with the claws of a tiger

I’d outwrite ya, and outshine ya (kick it!!)

And take ya wife out and wine and dine her (oh-hoo!)

But I don’t need to do that to get the pussy

Cuz I know her legs are bushy, and I ain’t tryna fuck her (ohh!)

I’ll stuff a fuckin trucker in a duffel bag

Then I’ll snuff his ass, fuckin fag! You should know better (ooh!)

Cuz Louis Logical, put you in a nightclub sweater

I would fuck you up, but I like hoes better (ah-ha!)

You better escape before I’m settin the date

To desicrate your face and leave you in a resting place (ah-ha!)

So let’s just say, that I’m the man of the hour

With an unbelievable power to put a golden shower

Right over ya dome -- and have every motherfucker I don’t like

Pissed off, while I’m soakin ya clothes (I LOVE YOU!)

Ahaha! Ah bravo bravo! (thank you, thank you haha)

I love you! I love you! Louis?

Lou? Can I call you Lou? (call me shithead dude) I LOVE YOU!

That was. you’re a star! That was the best! FUCKIN JESUS!

(Ohh boy this kid.)

These are the best freestyles I’ve ever heard in my life!

(Yo man you think that was some shit man?)

(Snoozy motherfuckers bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled)

(Yo, spit that shit…) AHHHHHHH!!!

Celph Titled never freestyles? Fuck that! (ah!)

I’d rather put a gun to your back, nigga, fuck rap! (ooh!)

Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks

You dumb cats are dumb wack — here’s your fuckin tongue back!

I should spray you for lookin as gay as you do

You look like a fuckin surfer ah — I HATE YOU! (oh Jesus!)

I’ll hanglide into your ride and slice ya throat

Wrap your dead body up in a Cardigan coat (oh my God!)

Shout out to Majik Most, I been dope since I first met him

And that was back in 1910!

I shine like flashed from Kodak, reflected off Kojak’s head

I’ll leave you wet like Bill Clinton’s face (ah!)

Fuck Dan Quayle I’ll go quail huntin

And shoot you in the face for frontin! (Jesus!)

So go get your orange vest, I’ll punch ya head off ya chest

Molest your mom while you off in a gay prom wearin a cumberbund!

I’m the thunderous one — Celph Titled ain’t a nigga seein me son

You couldn’t kick verses if you played soccer, with a Bible

I’m so vital I’ll play your vital organs at church

This is the last time I let 'em come off the dome, so search

On the internet and find 800 different records with my name on it!

(Jesus no!) You’re a faggot wearing a bonnet! With a rainbow on it!

I’m the Don, I’m the king, I’m numero uno!

I’ll televise your execution on telemundo!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Apathy! Louis Logic! and Celph Titled!

Ahh! The Demigodz! …