Lord Infamous - War Love [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x
The battlefield is stained with blood
Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
The grass is soaking with, the dirt
Is turned to reddish mud
Smoke is comin' out the wounds
And bodies burnin' up
It's War Love!

[1st Verse, II Tone]
Damn I can't think
When my mind is on another level
Situation critical
I keep that heavy metal, cuz
Everytime I see yo face
My evil side be clickin' in
Buckin', blastin', come out laughin'
No remorse, I'm goin' in

I don't understand my nigga
I never was yo friend (your friend)
All these years done pass my nigga
And now it's time to meet yo end (your end)

Cause I'm runnin', gunnin' for the money
Who else said this shit was funny?
Walk up on you slow
And put that hot shit in yo tummy
See my dreams are kinda strange
When I'm fulla cocaine
Still down with my click
And we reppin' Black Rain
I did scope yo pregnant wife
And I hold that hoe ass hostage
If the money ain't right
Then I leave her like a sausage
Grab the hoe by the neck
Go cash for check
All my goons got my back
With the choppers on deck
Run up in yo momma house
Put that gun up in her mouth
Let her know what about shit (?)

[Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x
The battlefield is stained with blood
Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
The grass is soaking with the dirt
Is turned to reddish mud
Smoke is comin' out the wounds
And bodies burnin' up
It's War Love!

[2nd Verse, Koopsta Knicca]
...
It's a everyday job not to kill yall niggas
Yall hatin' on this bitch just to come up
Yall tought: "Lord and Koop, this is fucked up"
It's best to just a laid low nigga
We buck like that, shoot up the radio niggas
Remember black fingernails, dressed in black
Upside down cross, but no hoe do your (?)
Chucky doll painted on the trunk of the truck
Got (?) in hell like (?) vietnam
Lick my nuts, suck my dick, (?) chick
My guys ran a train on that bitch
They smile in my face
But these niggas don't like me
They wanna get just like
But they don't wanna fight me
Like me, I brought the first plaque to the scene
Motherfuckers hate me, welcome back
Know I mean?

[Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x
The battlefield is stained with blood
Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
The grass is soaking with the dirt
Is turned to reddish mud
Smoke is comin' out the wounds
And bodies burnin' up
It's War Love!

[3rd Verse, Lord Infamous]
I keep a bag of limes
So when I put this 9
On niggas minds
I can't help it
When I write my rhymes
I think by niggas dyin'
Rippin' out the spine
And hittin' lines to occupy my time
In my laboratory:
Frankenstein, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I'm the bodybuilder
But I'm always tryin' to (?)
I rap in my spare time
But ain't shit could gettin' (?) crime
Bitch you best not cross the line
I peel the skin up off yo flesh
Chillin' at the coroner
He teachin' me how do that slick
Hit you with the syringe
Watch you goin' cardiac arrest
If I like you when I fuck you off
I would not leave a mess
More or less, don't test my patience
Or the hammer hit the pin
Do you in and watch it on the news
With yo ol' mammy then
Rip out teeth and cut off fingers
Burn 'em, can't identify
Bag 'em, drag 'em (?)
The rest (?) to petrify
Is this title petrified
I wanna see your insides
Watch that goddamn blood
Wipe your feet when you come inside

[Hook, Lord Infamous] 2x
The battlefield is stained with blood
Blood flowin' out the dead and the wounded guts
The grass is soaking with the dirt
Is turning reddish mud
Smoke is comin' out the wounds
And bodies burnin' up
It's War Love!