Lord Byron (rapper) - Blood Oath [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Baby face Keon with dreams of being Deion,heat on transform a dog to a flea on,a dog,possibly turn a god to a peon, .. Celine Dion sing please proceed on, dumbbells hung from hell jail rail smells detect the frail mail sender hinder your heart like LaBelle. heartless baby shaq threw darts at the kid, a marksmen,so it blew like a fart to his ribs,cartridge,dearly departed,mother and father I hate to bother but your babies laid in carmine waters,mama's feet went weak she fell to her knees busted them joints to the point were they started to bleed fuck it her son was in a bucket of crab shit,father lit the cig with a twitchy wrist stomach was mad sick,he puffed it once the puked spewed out his mouth,lunch was gumbo ironic Keon swimming with Trout,peep the scene I seen shorty laid out like a still born fetus maggots and leaches eating em out like a freak,the windows to his soul where exposed black holes I shut em closed juxtaposed the froze look he thrown could've haunted a ghost, forehead chest both biceps than I arose like the phantom,you leave earth naked and abandoned,stagnant posture colossal gods who mobb like krills through Jurassic fields blasted on grass and pills,blasting Nas laughing taxing whats mass appeal passing steal blast at will to have massive caskets filled,it's ill,scholars turn diabolic for collard green dollars while Biggie was at the alter screaming martyr,fat black carcass,Christopher Wallace,snatched the Yeshua sparkle off his collar and tossed it to Sean Carter in March,the year was 97,shots blessed him like a reverend,hard pill to swallow but Puffy couldn't digest it,Judas smooches produces ruthless babies spewed out the womb to remove the soul from your chestplate,checkmate,Bobby Fischer in a jalopy the rest is fate,bloodstains rain the primates caress the ape,calm i smacked satan the bright part of my palm assalamulakin then walked the streets of Islam nonchalant,my man Prosper got 10 years swimming in swamps the last we talked the conversation was cut short,I know his mother is sick and im sure it creeped on her like sleeping nuemonia,weeping,sweetest aroma,leaping toast to keep you in comas,flea from the streets as descret as I wanna,receive Nirvana, after you breath the belladonnas Autumn leaves please fall for deceased mornings,the beast feast on peace offerings and sheep caucuses