Текст песни Psypher '17 (Juggalo Love) (Lyte) с переводом

One fucking question: tell me, where my Juggalos at

This life is a blessing thank God that I chose rap

Wicked clowns in your town know that the shows packed

Down 'til I’m in the ground everybody knows that

Fill 'em when I get it

So you better get the medic

I’m about to blow motherfuckers wig back — dig that

Breaking ya bones like a twig- crack

Put it in the box like a Big Mac run and tell the pigs that

I said «Fuck the police til I’m dead!»

At least I’m a beast in my head

I’m violent

Cause a riot, now bye Fed!

Stress took away 'cause I got it down dead rook

Know that I’m fresh loose

Higher and higher and this flow she die for

And I know this hydro that I blow is fire

Just like a pyro, so check out my bio

I’m horned like a rhino and women admire

Young lizzle, hotter than the sun (sizzle), bout to do my thug dizzle

Blow up like scud missle

Psychopathic hearthrob

Heart guy- I could make a tongue drizzle

Thats official. Professional juggalo prolo

Fuck on my demons its a no-no

Respect that logo

This show, ho, what I stand fo'

Psychopathic breakers my fam-o

Better watch, I’m about to eat ammo

Cause I am the Juggalo Rambo

Underground down, like a manhole

The mainstream cannot handle

I got shit for brains, I’m switching lanes

With the hatchet man sticker on the fambo

Car full of ho’s

Get swiped like barcodes

Bottle full of narcos

Up on the cieling at Harpos

Only at our shows

I’m a rockstar slash monstar

I know I’m goin' fuckin' high star

I got a show to wreck, psychopathic soul to check

Your city I’mma bop hard

Then I stun a motherfucker, you ain’t even gotta wonder

I’mma hit you with that thunder

I’m Godzilla!

Fuck you, my squadrilla

Deep past that mob killa

Voodoo, Clay, Shagz, J, Lyte and that ninja Ouija

Its all over, never weepy

Say at the door when you see me

Fuck the TV, the radio, this only for a select few

The only way I’ll ever bury this hatchet is deep in your neck when I

END YOU

Throw up ya sign

Blow up your nine

Paw, pap, click, pop!

Skull, cap, spit, slop!

Fall back, click, chop!

All that, slick, pop!

Draw, gat, kick, drop!

Jaw, jack, get shot!

Sword play and quick stomp!

It seems the demon lives deep inside of me

Crying inside to

Kill kill kill!

Deep in my heart

'Cause its got a deep part

Please, I oughta be promising that I oughta be killed

Throbbing my arteries

Always it startles me

Sure to be murder and

Kill kill kill!

Gotta be outta me

Shocker, lobotomy!

I can’t take this side of me

I wanna be

Well see, its Juggalo love

If you’re not a Juggalo

And you got a lotta bullshit

A whole lotta ho shit

Nobody know that ya owe shit

I know a whole lotta old shit

Got a whole lot of bullshit

Kinda wanna throw shit

Kinda wanna throat slit

Kinda wanna go get a 4'5th and hold it

Load it

Run up in silo and explode it

Down the road into a Benny (?) and unload it

Oh shit — you so lit

Blow shit in half and laugh — They don’t know shit!

Smoke shit, go kid

Full clip, a wall of glass, you broke it! Dope shit!

Hocus pocus, need to focus- no, don’t blow this please!

Triggers squeezing, chokin', on these enemies croaking, bleeding, soaking!

Greedy wiper, we be tokin'

Screaming «heed the viper!»

In deep and the occupied and hyper

Need a butt fails to go been a sniper

Who proceeded to open fire — BLAOW!

Now you need a diper!

If you really think the fam' ain’t right for you

Then bleed as this damn Psypher do!

We fat chicks, hicks, black kids, clits

Psychics, bikers, dykers, fags

Slackers, crackers, junkies, druggies

Thugs, scrubs, rubber necks and hacks

Slugs, hackers, bums, lackers

Winners, sinners, tweekers, drag queens

Richies, bitches, geezers, giddies

Jerks, ex-birds, fats, flirts and gypsies!

But with ADD, HIV, Pepsi, epilepsy, asthma, stress and sex

Arthiritis, meningitis, crones, herpes, scabies and bitch tits

We movers, shakers, plumbers, painters, undertakers, pizza makers

Lumberjacks, nuns for crack, some get slapped and stumble back!

But we real to each other

(Buss 'em up, buss 'em up, slug 'em up, slug 'em up, fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up)

And we die for each other!

(Gag 'em up, gag 'em up, slug 'em up, slug 'em up, back 'em up, back 'em up)

Ride 'em out (Ride 'em out)

Take 'em out (Take 'em out)

Drag 'em out (Drag 'em out)

Break it out (Break it out)

Chop it up (Chop it up)

Risk takes!

Lop it up, drop it in fish snacks!

My flows paint a portrait

Vividly, heaven’s gate

My homeboys is insane literally Leather Face

I spit pure cocaine let it mentally resonate

It starts to sink in watch you physically levitate

Juggalo love and its universal

My styles authentic and my words are hurtful

Truth when I give it, no gimmic, raw with it, all in it, y’all get it

Real fucking with the fama'!

Just cocaine and gang load of ammo is all I keep on me

Please don’t sleep on me

Undergroung overlord combat is my sport, front line in a war then when your

ready for it

I’m rolling deep with fam, loading up the yeapa

Niggas cover up when the Reaper start yelling like Chewbacca

Hoodoo suited up and dressed to kill I ain’t nothing but a mobster

I go hard fo' the juggalo nation

Spit in the face of anyone who want to say somethin' otherwise

Ride high when I fly by with my guys

All to so hell 'boutta break loose

Show you how to make moves like a double O G from the hood

Low key everybody know me I’ve been getting my grind on

Detroit hit my bat with me before I signed on

I’ve got the whole city down ready to ride on

Juggalo love everybody can vibe on (vibe on)

It’s juggalo love because that shit lasts

Every other love was shut off

You disagree? Well, fuck your bitch ass

You can fuck the fucking fuck the fuck off

You lick balls and it get soft

Ill sock your whole head bald- wig off

Rock your lid off, get head tossed get lost get kick in your lip gloss

I’ll take the hit to the halls that I ripped off

When a bitch made my balls in a quick wash

With a dick payed raw, so I lipped off

Switchblade to his jaw, made his shit fall

I dipped in his rip and zipped off

I kick balls and slit pussy lip walls

You told me to get lost, 'cause I get sauce

And fuck this girl in the butt 'til my dick soft

She like dick sauce, her clit’s soft, man!

So she get tossed, then shit can

Try to beat it up and lost 'cause the chick bossed

Left in my drawers backwards, criss cross!

(Jump!)

Get the wig wash, to a stick clause

Dope, black, fat, Rick Ross!

My shit (?), big costs

So cold on a room my shit frosts

Straight to the chop chop

Nope, never got pop

Juggalo love move anything you got

My brother (?)

Juggalo love everytime you hear the beat pound

Everyday we put our feet down to the street sound

From Guantanamo Bay to Greek town

Its Juggalo love but it won’t turn your freak down!

Ay hold up

Coming up in the bitch swangin'

Leaving ya fucking head rangin'

Hey wait

Hatchet man hangin'

All on my necc and that motherfuccer blangin'

Pull up or shut the fucc up cause you know that you busters ain’t finna do

nothing

Couple of holes in your face and I’m lighting your fuckin' ass up like a pumpkin

Can’t believe that is a vegetable and you are no longer able to function

Kicking that baby spit I wonder who dick you’ve been sucking

Thinking its gravy bitch I got that biscuit and I’m dunking (boom)

Bunch of killers in the function

Pile of haters in the dungeon

Homie shit we bout to crush em'

You fucking stupid if you thought we wasn’t

Lyte with me bout to rush em'

Kill em' all end of discussion

Suckers claiming what they ain’t

Leave em' dripping like some paint

I ain’t even gotta rap

I was waiting for the shank

Taking wicked shit back

Y’all been making that shit fake

Sneak dissing little bitches we ain’t even in debate

Pop off and get knocked off ya nose chopped off in yo face

Hop off in that moth coffin get you bra off of me bitch

Who in the fuck did you thought it was living the bottom of every murderer

Ouija the goblin the demon the gurgalar thought they were burglar they never

heard of her

Creature like me I’m unheard of

Jump on a track like a hurdler

Foreign bitch in a chopper

Sin city baby burn it up

They found a third of the bitch that I killed in the woods but they never

discovered the cabin

I got your bitch in a cabin

She off a bean and she laughing

Next thing she blowing my phone up

Asking me what the fucc happened

Sorry fell off of the wagon

Raiding into the medicine cabinet

Comet with a come up bullshit but I’m crushing any fucking thinking they

fronting me

My moment has arrived

Duck and I slide

Juggalo love on my side

That shit ain’t ever gon' die

Run up on me and my posse we gon' see whats poppin' when I let my chopper decide

Bullets collide

Crumble your skeleton bloody to jelly tin

Who wanna die

Better hope all y’all hear this shit

Ouija Macc came here to peel this shit

Never been shot but I drilled this shit

Zip the body bag up when I kill this shit

For the knockoff brand trying to steal that shit

For the mainstream trying to conceal that shit

Frontin' on me you a stale ass bitch

You gonna ask yourself why you did that shit

No implants this some real ass shit

The whole gang in the game bout to spill this shit

People in the back won’t miss this shit like the blind dude braile you can feel

this shit

Sure we need some barbed-wire to rip this shit

Fatality mode let me finish it

Never forget who the family is and the place you discovered the wicked shit

I just wanna celebrate (Cause Juggalos don’t die!)

I just wanna celebrate (Cause we '17'in!)

I just wanna celebrate (Cause Juggalos don’t die!)

I just wanna celebrate (Yeah, motherfucker!)

Ay, we better than glitter

Quit pressing albums up, you shouldn’t litter!

Yeah, straight wicked shit spinners

Juggalo for life, no quitters!