Billy Milligan - Томагавк Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Tomahawk

This is a new crusade,
It's time to exterminate the rap of sexless suckers!
Your style - props and just shit,
You say that you hate my songs, but you wait!
 
My tours are a rave, like in hell.
As if I give you a drug for free,
Three sixes of a tattoo are ours,
you made this Armageddon yourself.
 
Everyone waited for this return!
Allah Akbar - your blown up tower,
Billy Taliban - time to fight.
Your rap has not been fucked for a long time, but fuck celibacy.
 
They all have cerebral palsy,
They rubbed you for work, but, in fact, they sold,
So they put their asses in the ass,
The fans are waiting, give greetings from the pit to them.
 
Billy woke up - 2015,
You can get out now, bottom, do not try
You wrote me off early,
Stop your blood from the elbow, I'm that hussar!
 
Monochrome, rap of dark tones,
you do not have to go with me one way,
Billy has been a long time, and my feed is new,
I fuck them all morally, this is almost porn.
 
You can modestly honor the memory of your idols,
Want to continue to listen to them? Then dig them up
(me part of your tusy to be a West?),
Where either motherfuckers or rednecks alone.
 
And all for a rapid salary they pull their bags,
Entertaining drunks at concerts,
Fuck that you are hardly standing on your feet,
I opened the hunting season, catch a tomahawk!
 
There's no turning back,
There's a late regret about the past, A time to get the bandolier,
This is your funeral march! (X2)
 
This is a new crusade,
Not respectable to colleagues,
I'm not so deaf,
I'm not even shouting at you in a chorus,
(Crawl on Billy - like a nerd on barking bulls.?)
 
I reprove your miserable lie,
I can not get through in songs like (shit?), like others, I see through these (Hussars?).
And serious things, I raise them to ridicule them.
 
This otherworldly muzlo,
You'll bend under Billy's heavy weight, like a (chaise longue?),
Milligan God, prepare prayers.
Pyromania, I'd burn your hip-hop!
 
Large flow into the genre does not hold,
All the rappers fall this pathetic ground,
And I do not hide my delight and gloating,
To write you, the faggots, just to dodge.
 
Again, hands fuck the entire ceiling,
As if I got home with you at night with an ax.
Who are you, so that I'm with you (battlil?)?
Do you have a pussy between your legs?
 
Unshakable, as if carved from stone,
If I'm mediocrity, then you are one thousand mediocre,
Remember this day of change,
I will not spare you, how many would you not be roaring here.
 
Yes, I'm a local example of a first-class presentation,
You dissolve, as if you were a first-grader,
You started for health, finished for the rest,
Put your verses in your ass deep!
 
I'm connected to the network, 220 volts,
Your live - primitive and (postebatsya?) cause!
Fuck that you are hardly standing on your feet,
I opened the hunting season, catch a tomahawk!
 
There's no turning back,
There's a late regret about the past, A time to get the bandolier,
This is your funeral march! (X2)
 


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