Представляем точный текст композиции "Whiteys Revenge" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Everlast . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Whiteys Revenge» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Everlast передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Everlast - "Whiteys Revenge"
Lyrics to Whiteys Revenge : What' Did I hurt your feelings' Uh...Im supposed to be scared now, right' Yo...Id like to dedicate this record right here To Mr. Marshall Mathers mother, yeah This ones for your moms Here come the mighty One they call Whitey All you sons of Whitey Are all dickbiters So wont that bitch Slim Shady please act up' Get smacked up, get your eyes blacked up With your candy-ass name youre a candy-ass rapper Ill smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied I know that shit I spit on Dilated hurt your pride Screamin on a record how you wish I died But you dont wanna see me on this physical side Youre just a big tough guy, tryin to act hard But you wont walk a lobby without your bodyguard You aint pullin my card, you aint ridin the train Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain Matter of fact, when you see me, bitch, gimme some brain Yo, its like that, we could fight, Jack Lets put the mics down, youll catch a beatdown I get love in New York, got fam in L.A. And I heard you might be the MC thats gay With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe Talkin bout killin sprees, you aint like that, yo Makin lots of enemies, but thats all for show You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills Stop ridin my tails, stay high on pills Yo, I hope you OD, dont come playin with me Little bitch, better watch what youre sayin to me Talkin shit for shock value, boy, you aint real Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal Went and sold your soul for some acid pills Servin up that hors doeuvre, man, now eat this meal Instead of worryin about who you should be dissin You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin Or if you go to prison while youre doin your bid Ill look in on your lady and do things for your kid Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did And send you pictures of me chillin all up in your crib That shit about Sway n Tek' That was a fib First time you met me I showed you love in D.C. But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor While your crew showed me love outside the front door Talkin bout "Yo, whassup, aint you Whitey Ford' I love that song What Its Like and that jam Praise the Lord" I dont do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun You may hang around some gangstas, but you aint one And you wont be slappin me with no empty gun Talkin bout a [ ] but you a one in drag And you cant keep your woman from goin astray Better run and check your kid for your DNA I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores Youre a sucker Word up, real You wanna talk shit with Whitey, come talkin with the hands, B I aint wastin no more time with you, man, fuck this, man, thats it [ Whiteys Revenge Lyrics ]
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