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American Psycho II

[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
 
[Hook: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name, never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho
 
[Verse 1: Swift]
I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a fucking
Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do
 
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week"
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!
 
[Verse 4: Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it
 
[Hook]
 
[Kuniva]
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie
 
Translation

Američki psiho, 2. dio*

(Intro: B-Real)
O da, prijo
Mislim da smo rekli da smo ludi u pičku materinu
Cypress Hill*, D12, pičko!
 
(Refren: B-Real)
Mao sam udaren, nazovite me ludim
Ai činjenica je da sam psihički bolesnik
Bolje skontajte
Kad mi izgovarate ime, nikad ga ne izgovarajte uzalud, jer ja sam psihički bolesnik
 
(Prva kitica: Swift)
Ja sam jebeno predskazanje, ni pred kim se neću pognuti
Raskolim lika kao lubenicu, kompulzivno ubijam
Vojnik s motivima, muda od čelika
Držim ih čvrsto pa saspem sve po tebi, stavim to na poster
Da svi mogu vidjeti tko ih drži na oku
Guraju nos gdje mu nije mjesto, nadajući se da ih neću koknuti
Nitko nezna moje namjere i osjećaje, ja sam lešinar
Vama malo fali do graktanja u svakom trenutku, a ja znam kad
Mogao bih sjebati kulturu, vjerojatno cijelu rap glazbu
Manijak s napadima tjeskobe, nisam za ćaskanje
Govori kad ti se obraćam i ne trebam pročitati jebeni
Časopis ili citat da primijetim što ćete vi pičke učiniti
 
(Druga kitica: Kuniva)
Svi smo mi vojnici, krećemo se kao jedinica, svi se skupimo
I dođemo na tvoju adresu, zapalimo ti prednja vrata
Preplašiš se, život nije fer
A ja sam spreman upucati te brzo kao što Dre* može reći "O da!"
Zato pazi što govoriš jer to se može dogoditi ili danas ili iduće minute
Mogu sve pribaviti, mrtav sam ozbiljan
Ti bi mogao biti mrtav i točka, kraj priče
Na tvom sam trijemu s pištoljem i tvojim sinom, izlijevam litrenku
Nitko me ne može zadržati, sve sam radim
Nagazim ti glavu dok si budan, izgledaš kao Gumby*
Aftermath* i Shady*, pičko, čitaj i plači
Vidiš moj poster u kvartu za "kriminalca tjedna"
 
(Refren)
 
(Treća kitica: Bizarre)
Pronašli su Saddama*, ali neće pronaći mene
Bit ću ispod stabla u Pizdi Materinoj
I ne znam baš puno o svome tati
Osim da mi je pljunuo u lice i izjebao me u pičku
Nisam rasist, samo mrzim bijelce
Pedere i lezbe, crnce i transvestite
Trinaest godina i učlanio sam se u bandu, jebote
Dlake pod mojim guzovima, osjećam bol, jebote
Jesam li lud? Tko ustvari zna?
Jer mogu eksplodirati bilo koje sekunde, jebote
Hladniji sam nego prosinac
Danas se razvalim, sutra se neću ni sjećati
Vidiš, Bizarre ti može pokazati u čemu je poanata nasilja
A ovaj ritam Dr. Drea sve je iznio na vidjelo
utrčim ti u kuću i zabijem ti pištolj u usta
I prospem ti mozak, jebote!
 
(Četvrta kitica: Eminem)
Vjerojatno mi fali daska ili dvije, možda tri ili četiri
Neke su ispale i pale na pod
Sve što znam je da otkad mi je jebena glava udarila u smet
Ponašam se pomalo kao neandertalac, ne zahvaljujem se svom čovjeku D'Angelu Baileyju*
Ai danas mi samo treba malo više vremena, najveća mi je dilema
Pokušati shvatiti koji mi vijci za glavu trebaju
Ili da samo odem u Bauhausa i uzmem novu električnu bušilicu
Prošla su dva sata i šest dana i još sam budan
Osjećam se kao da ću uknuti bilo koje minute
Postoji nova diskografska kuća koja će se popuniti
I izdati novi album Cypress Hilla
I saznati tko je učinio to sranje Xzibitu*
I napuniti cijelu bocu pišinom
I zveknuti ga njome po usnama, jebote
 
(Refren)
 
(Kuniva)
Karnail Pitts, zvani Bugz*
Počivao u miru, prijo
 
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Comments
barsiscevbarsiscev    Thu, 05/12/2013 - 21:21

Pozdrav, Zrinko.
Guraaju nos - to pjeva Edo Maajka ?
8)

barsiscevbarsiscev    Thu, 05/12/2013 - 22:53

I još šala -
Kako je pravo pisati riječ "dupe" ?
Piši ga tako "duPPe" - bit će deblje !
:party: