Smut Peddlers — 54 가사 및 번역
이 페이지에는 Smut Peddlers의 노래 "54"의 가사 및 한국어 번역이 포함되어 있습니다.
가사
Kill that cat, watch me kill that cat
If it’s your girl, I’m lookin' at Then watch me kill that cat
I hunt cunts like these, with underground disease
In they yearly matin' spots, spawn a million MC’s
They used to go to shows, drink dance get high
Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme
In '92 I let the Cage outta Alex
Through college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads
Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin'
Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians
Red light in the Lincoln, from drinkin' Drencrom
The corpse in my eye can explain the thinkin'
While I lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state
Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete
Screamin', «That's my spirit running down the street»
The undead, writin' in gun lead
Liposuct' a fat bitch out her box with one hypo' jab
Inject tiger serum, I can’t hear 'em, who?
Alex with the fuckin' loaded thirty-oh-two, 'cause
This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, «Oh, you dead»
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head
This is for the clowns, I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face, I’m a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space
I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up With green Jesus, get in I’ll drive you to seizures
Humanoid pause, before God, with cyborg dogs after me Killin' these rhymin' Sigmund Freuds for the cause
Your whole life’s a waitin' room for worms
Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs
With toast out facin' Earth, avenge my sixteen
Your old shell talk to pistols like Starscream
My whole story lost on a wall in black marker
66 more flicks for Clive Barker
With a little message, for real research kids
Can you guess who the faggot DJ is?
My anti-commercial style will curse you
Say fuck so much, my airplay’s like curfew
To third shift farm chemists, the senate scarred
Start killin' all the livin' like the Serbian guards
You supportin' communism buyin' majors so dub
Watch me put two rocks in Kurt Loder head, whassup
This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores
And fifty-four dollars in my pocket on tour
This is for the kid that said, «Oh, you dead»
And the fifty-four stitches that he caught in his head
This is for the clowns, I beat with no hands
And the two O-Z's, down to fifty-four grams
With two to the face, I’m a basket face
With fifty-four seconds to outer space
The undead, red light in the Lincoln
For Cage, ripped, in half on the concrete
Screamin', «That's my spirit runnin' down the street»
Runnin' down the street, runnin down, running down the street
가사 번역
내 에어플레이 방송 통금시간 같아
제 3 교대 농장 화학자에,상원은 상처를 남깁니다
세르비아의 경비원들처럼 모든 생명을 되찾기 시작해
당신은'공산주의 구매'전공 그래서 더빙 억제
시계 나 넣어 두 개의 바위 에 커트 로더 머리 whassup
이 창녀,그리고 상점을 통해 걷어 찼다위한 것입니다
그리고 내 주머니에 오십 4 달러 투어
이건 아이를 위한 거야"넌 죽었어"»
머리에 박힌 55 번째 바늘
이 광대,나는 아무 손으로 이길 위한 것입니다
그리고 2 개의 O-Z 는,아래로 50-4 개 그램까지
두 얼굴을 맞대면,나는 바구니 얼굴입니다
우주로 50-4 초
링컨의 언데드,붉은 빛
케이지의 경우,콘크리트에 절반,찢어
소리 질러,"그건 내 영혼이 길 아래로 뛰는거야"»
길 아래로 뛰어,뛰어,뛰어