Izuna - True [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Vesa]


[Izuna]
Shooting for the neck...
Izuna's rude bars got'em vexed so I suggest
Smoke meth and mumble death threats under your breath
Under arrest for the mess ripping lungs from your chest
Hungry and depressed, stressed beating monkeys in chess
Waiting for gum to digest, eating my brunches with death
Homunculus who's fucking up a ton of shit with punches from humongous fists
Crunching them like a sour cream and onion chips
Izzy run the ship
Gather all the hate and punish it
You fucking untermensch
Son and hung them with the wonder whip
Cowabunga when I run upon a cunt and punt a bitch-
Ninja who won't, acknowledge that I'm number one in this
Hold the motherfucking power of the sun under my fist

Young thunder lips lightning leg dropping every succubus
Make em numb till they succumb like it's the poison of a puffer fish
When I'm in the zone I hover like a bomber undercover
Spitting bunker busters at your structure, I'm a destructive motherfucker
Audience awed and shocked when I pop off with a sawed off
Leave em like a certain Colorado box office, so call cops
Spitting blue flames, Azula
Stomping them like Godzilla
Anbu ops, I've got that red chakra, fire fox like Mozilla
When I'm nunchuk chopping them like helicopter propellors
A real loser tryna holocaust the motherfucking populars
I see my targets and I got'em locked in my binoculars
Overclocking my odometer when I am running over gossipers
Written massacres as if I wrote this with the fucking sword of Zabuza
The awful antithesis to all you wannabe philosophers