BLOODYMARY Lyrics (English Translation) – Noyz Narcos

[Part I]

[Intro]
Sine, dro-dro-drop that s*it

[Verse 1: Noyz Narcos]
You want a nice beef against Noyz, make it nice, bloody
Look at my blood, he grew up without God
Swords on a playground bench
My brother, for God’s sake, forgive the ways
Sad clowns, dirty crusty
Bad luck beat, your s*it is plastic

Now that swastikas are back in fashion
I still see junkies around the street drooling over my drug
Guard your throat, I did it, it affects my favorite Global
Think like me, I’ll cook you
I’m a worldwide certified motherfu*ker
Think about the number of rolled-up banknotes
Fu*k with me, unfortunately not Chicco
Otherwise you’d be at the top of the game like no sheik
Narcos Noyz Rap Slayer, the top player
I always go out on Halloween like Michael Myers
Hard work, when I can I don’t pay taxes
Fu*k your life, everybody’s life sucks
I sell rap like they sell crack
You know how much, these eyes have seen, you don’t know how much
I’ve been stuck in this sewer system long enough to hold a rally
To indulge myself
Give me a plaque with the writing in capital letters
Written “Rest in peace here,” tell it on the news

[Chorus: Noyz Narcos]
I’m full of hate, I don’t fu*k with them
I know how to do it myself
I’m in the running for gold, I’m out of line
I know how to do it myself

[Verse 2: Jake La Furia]
La Furia does it better, he’s not from this planet
But the jukebox doesn’t play unless you put a coin in
I made my way through the streets and the disco
Stabbing like Burzum with black metal
I load it up and then the shiny black barrel shoots these twenty-fours Bars
I rap like a macho, bro, I’ve got balls to do it
My mind is always on money, Money’s always on my mind
I’m inclusive, bro, I love the fool, I’m a lesbian
I drink drops of Lexotan with whiskey
So I don’t remember what you write or that you exist
Brother, M-I is like Frank Miller’s Sin City
Real facts, gunslingers, Tex Willer
We’re out of fashion, out of control, bro out of time
Here, if you buy a Rolex, the owner’s hand is there too
Among the tools in the drawers, among the packages in the strollers
With us in the crates, yes, G for class with the G-Class
Brother, I’ll take this stuff back to where it was born, on the street among the raw pieces
I run over the windows with my bare feet
One for the blood, two for the show
My brother has tears in his face and he’s not Pierrot
I’m putting this s*it on the stove with Narcos
And it all comes back in two minutes like Calcutta
We’re full of rage, bro, we are dogs with hundred and thirty K necklaces like collars, oh

[Chorus: Noyz Narcos]
I’m full of hate, I don’t fu*k with them
I know how to make them myself
I’m in the running for gold, I’m out of the pack
I know how to do it myself

[Part II]

[Intro]
Sine, dro-dro-drop –

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
It’s spooky, I see through the scary eye
A shot open up your heart, I see the fear inside
The hollow tips tear inside
Pop that n!gga where he stand, I left him there to die
The two-seater Ferrari, I was scared to drive
So I pulled out the Rolls truck, cherry pie color
If I ain’t at the top yet, then I will be there in time
Hope you got your pole, I always carry mine
Wow
N!ggas talking like they can’t get shot and stabbed
What’s in my crossbody bag? Put you in body bag
We used to strong arm for cash wearing a stocking mask
Fire come out that chopper blast
We’ll put you down
It’s lonely at the top, I’m still looking down
N!gga thinking that he took the crown
Send the young boy to push you now
Machine