RAPUJ KURWO (BEDOES DISS) Lyrics (English Translation) – Eripe

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[Verse]

Yo Borys, I know what consequences are
You’re about to find out — relax, and grab the sponge, sir
'Cause “fu*k Bedoes” is something everyone’s shouting today
Everyone who knows what the fu*k rap is and isn’t disgusted by the truth

I’m standing by the hotel, talking some rap stuff
And I get interrupted by a boy with a boy and another boy
Suddenly my mind goes blaka blaka, I’m laid the fu*k out
You should’ve finished me off, ‘cause I’d rather be dead than weak
And I don’t give a fu*k if you got carried away by emotion
You know damn well which one of us is actually repulsive
You wanted a Hollywood scene, but it came out like a silent movie
You started like Benny Blanco, you’ll end like Benny Hill

You had brand deals on your mind while the cops pulled up
I didn’t say a thing — around here, snitches get killed
Five minutes later, the cops come back, and I can’t believe it
This idiot goes, “It’s fine, I won’t hit him again”

You almost beat yourself up, you clown
What saved you is no one takes you seriously
It came out — you’re no gangster, just a sucker
Which robbery was this that made you panic like that? (Which one?)

You looked so cool on that Netflix show
I should’ve known — fu*king TV lies
Just like Blacha in his statement — even though it wasn’t him
By not making a mistake, you made a mistake

You and your gang are allergic to criticism and truth
Your “everything for the gang” means nothing in the end
“Everything for the gang” — until a crew rolls up
Then your courage disappears — into the trunk you go

“Everything for the gang” is a dangerous story
What if the snake bites White in the balls?
S*it, sometimes I forget to stay serious
Young Borek can’t tell the difference between courage and weight

On one hand a saint, on the other a thug
Feels like I’m watching Ranczo (a Polish sitcom)
The pig got furious — not everyone’s laughing
Porsche, who’s handling your PR? (Who? Hehehe)

You love horses? That’s disgusting to me
‘Cause you always forget about them when you sit in the saddle
Don’t like being fat? I’ve got a great tip
If you’re such a fighter — try cutting weight

You were bullied, and you will be again
‘Cause you deserve it, you fu*king fat ba*tard
You said you were traumatized for eight years
From the bars I spit dissing your gang on the fly

Then you cried to me about how your life is hell
Well, I don’t know — change your life or get the fu*k off mine
Responding to bars that hurt you? Not worth it
But ranking your d!ckhead friends? Sure, let’s go

You won’t drop a diss track on me — so here’s your follow-up, faggot
My pu*sy will heal, but you’ll still be one
If you care about your boys like they’re family
Why the fu*k did you put them in danger with your dumb s*it?

You pigged out after Gustaw — you know what karma is
Why wouldn’t someone sneak up and smack you outta nowhere?
Maybe this is all your promo strategy
A troubled white boy trying to kill the emotion

If you hide behind mental illness, I swear I’ll cure you
You don’t have mental problems — you’re just human garbage
That’s enough rape for today — though I’ve got many more bars
For the second time, with blood on your hands, I tell you: “Rap, b!tch.”