ITT: translate song lyrics using gizoogle, others try to guess what they're from
When you was lil' you was tha mackdaddy of carrot flowers
And how tha fuck you built a tower tumblin all up in tha trees
In holy rattlesnakes dat fell tha fuck all round yo' feet
And yo' momma would stick a gangbangin' fork right tha fuck into daddyz shoulder
And daddy would throw tha garbage all across tha floor
As we would lay n' learn what tha fuck each otherz bodies was for
And dis is tha room one afternoon I knew I could ludd you
And from above you how tha fuck I sank tha fuck into yo' soul
Into dat secret place where no one dares ta go
And yo' momma would drank until dat biiiiatch was no longer bustin lyrics
And daddy would trip of all tha different ways ta die
Each one a lil mo' than his schmoooove ass could dare ta try
So itz gonna be forever
Or itz gonna go down up in flames
Yo ass can tell me when itz over
If tha high was worth tha pain
Got a long-ass list of ex-lovers
They'll rap I be insane
'Cause you know I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha playas
And you ludd tha game
'Cause we lil' n' we reckless
We bout ta take dis way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or wit a nasty scar
Got a long-ass list of ex-lovers
They'll rap I be insane
But I've gots a funky-ass blank space, baby
And I be bout ta write yo' name
Cut mah game tha fuck into pieces
I've reached mah last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a gangbangin' fuck if I cut mah arm, bleeding
Do you even care if I take a thugged-out dirtnap bleeding?
Would it be wrong?, would it be right?
If I took mah game tonight
Chances is dat I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I be contemplatin suicide
'Cause I be losin mah sight
Losin mah mind
Wish some muthafucka would tell me I be fine
Losin mah sight
Losin mah mind
Wish some muthafucka would tell me I be fine
This only hunts fo' honour, yet whoz ass shall
Ascend tha higher, shall mo' wretched fall.
This thirsts fo' knowledge, yet how tha fuck is it looted?
With nuff a chillless night, n' rackin thought.
This needz will travel, yet how tha fuck dangers lay
Most secret ambuscados up in tha way?
These triumph up in they beauty, though it shall
Like a pluck’d rose or fadin lily fall.
Another boasts phat arms: ’las muthafucka! giants have
By wack-ass dwarfs been dragg’d unto they grave.
These ruffle up in rich silk: though ne’er so gay,
A well-plum’d peading-a-ling is mo' gay than they.
Skanky man! what tha fuck art, biatch? A tennis-bizzle of error,
A shizzle of glass toss’d up in a sea of terror;
Issuin up in blood n' sorrow from tha womb,
Crawlin up in tears n' mournin ta tha tomb:
How tha fuck slippery is thy paths muthafucka! How tha fuck shizzle thy fall!
How tha fuck art thou nothing, when th’ art most all!
>>64089861
Yo ass can do tha balloon
escorted or thwarted by tha loon
"Take ta tha sky!"
said tha Chinamanz monkey
and you climbed like Einstein
all up in tha fleshy foldz of historyz underbelly
and yo' artwork was unusual
and yo' scientistical programs phenomenal
take ta tha ???
my
my inferior
my inferior ranking
has been ???
I peep tha coolest ???
I chizzle dat direction
When I was a lil' boy,
My fuckin daddy took me tha fuck into tha hood
To peep a marchin band.
Dude holla'd, "Son when you grow up,
Would you be tha savior of tha broken,
Da beaten n' tha damned?"
Dude holla'd "Will you defeat them,
Yo crazy-ass demons, n' all tha non-believers,
Da plans dat they have made?"
"Because one dizzle I be bout ta leave you,
A phantom ta lead you up in tha summer,
To join Da Black Parade."
Obvious, but the funniest results I've seen:
Yo crazy-ass horny-ass muthafuckin rights is all dat you got
Push dem down lil hustla itz mo' than just lip
C'mon hoes I know you know what tha fuck you want
C'mon, C'mon now n' give dem all shhhhh
Yo ass is whoopin walls now you just won't quit
Yo ass fuck wit shapes but they just won't fit
I know you ludd me you don't give a fuck what tha fuck you like
Yo ass is watchin TV I stay up all night
I don't need you
I want you
I don't need you
I want you
Downtown Carolina kid is heatin thangs up
His woundz is bleedin n' we fillin tha cup
This game will save our asses if our phat asses don't take a thugged-out dirtnap young
C'mon, c'mon now yea have some fun
Come here baby I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo' company
We could do it n' start a cold-ass lil crew
Bitch was livin ridin' solo unhappily
We could do it, itz right romantically
Oh God, putting whiny nu-metal lyrics in this makes pure gold.
Every time our slick asses lie awake
Afta every last muthafuckin hit we take
Every feelin dat I get
But I aint missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every last muthafuckin bust a funky-ass big-ass fart n' scream we make
All tha vibe dat I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop ta be thinkin bout it
I don't give a fuck bout every last muthafuckin thang bout you
Why do I gots a straight-up boner fo' you
I don't give a fuck bout every last muthafuckin thang bout you
Why do I gots a straight-up boner fo' you
>>64089861
Why do people who take screenshots of their phone never have it fully charged?
>>64090213
King of Carrot Flowers Part 1
>>64090375
I feel like I know this one but I can't put my finger on it...
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is tha haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor....to all dat enta here
Open wrists rap back again
In tha wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick tha witnizz
In ritual contrizzle
Da be trinitizzle fell tha fuck upon asphyxia-derailed
In tha rattlez of...
Made its way all up in tha tracks
Of a snail slouchin whisper
A half mass comute all up in umbilical blistas
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
It aint nuthin but cuz dis is
Cranial bleedin
Leaches train tha livin
Cursed is they whoz ass drop a rhyme its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor ta all dat enta here
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
It aint nuthin but cuz dis is
Rattelin tha laughta
Hinges splinterin inside
Bludgeoned ta a saddle
Rang tha cloista bell inside
inside
inside
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction all up in tha railroad delayed
itz cuz dis is
Bright tha sunlight summer dizzle Comus wakes da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play
Virgin fair smilez so dope Comus' ass begins ta beat
Rise up Comus rap yo' cold lil' woo wop bewitch tha maiden tha dizzle is long
Cast yo' spell dope noize crack her virtuous shell
Enchanted damsel curious ear Comus noize dispel all fear
Dainty feet they skip so light Comus laughs soon comes tha night
Through tha forest dark n' deep she bigs up Comus' ridin' dirty feet
Dude moves away tha mossy stone reveals tha cave Comus' home
Comus glare, Comus glare, Comus bare,
Comus rape, Comus break dope lil' virginz virtue take
Naked flesh flowin afro her terror screams they cut tha air
Comes tha sunlight summer dizzle Comus wakes da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play
Dude starts ta play da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play
Aah
Chastitizzle chaser virile fo' tha virginz virtue
Excite her excita you betta go before you bleed n' dat schmoooove muthafucka hurts you
Dude chased tha chaste you betta leave if you value yo' virtue
All right now
Yo aah hey aah hey aah hey aaah
All right now
Chastitizzle chaser virile fo' tha virginz virtue
Excite her excita you betta go before you bleed n' dat schmoooove muthafucka hurts you
Dude chased tha chaste you betta leave if you value yo' virtue
Hymen hunter, handz of steel, crack you open n' yo' red flesh peel
Pain procurer, eyez of fire pierce yo' womb n' push still higher
Comus rape, Comus break dope lil' virginz virtue take
Naked flesh flowin afro her terror screams they cut tha air
Comes tha sunlight summer dizzle Comus wakes da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play
Dude starts ta play da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play da perved-out muthafucka starts ta play
>>64090375
>>64090587
Papa Roach - Last Resort
>>64090637
Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)
I think
Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez as "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art. Jazz muthafuckas have long recognized dat tha top billin jazz musical muthafuckaz of all times is Dude Ellington n' Jizzy Coltrane, whoz ass was not da most thugged-out hyped or richest or dopest sellaz of they times, let ridin' solo of all times. Classical muthafuckas rank tha highly controversial Beethoven over old-ass musical muthafuckas whoz ass was highly ghettofab up in courts round Europe. Rock muthafuckas is still blinded by commercial success. Da Beatlez sold mo' than any suckas (not true, by tha way), therefore they must done been tha top billin. Jazz muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of jazz noize of tha past, old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past. Rock muthafuckas is often straight-up all salty ta tha rock noize of tha past, they barely know tha dopest sellers. No wonder they is ghon be thinkin dat tha Beatlez did anythang worthy of bein saved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
We ate Soda, tha embassy cat,
Skanky Sodaz coda, no mo' da Capo
Dat hoe decapitated
Hustlin 'round tha room,
half-baked, tha other part is bacon,
and still sizzlin up in tha fryin pan,
We ate tha TV,
We ate tha armchair,
We ate tha telephone,
We ate tha cellophane,
My fuckin Dogg how tha fuck we gots so far, only ta reach so low...
Da Russians saved tha janitor...
Soda was a lil tough ta eat,
No wonder dat biiiiatch was hard meat
Out on tha roof wit tha feline goose...
But Soda had a ass of gold,
Da ambassador`s hoe had tha liver,
"Please serve up our asses from evil" dat thugged-out biiiatch cried,
"I know all bout pussies n' they heavy vibes..."
Bitch was straight-up hip, ambassadorz hoe...
>>64090843
Should've done the "lusty negro attitudes" paragraph
With so much drama up in tha L-B-C
It aint nuthin but kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up wit funky ass shiznit like every last muthafuckin single day
May I, kick a lil suttin' fo' tha Gz (yeah)
and, make all dem endz as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two up in tha mornin n' tha partyz still jumpin
cause mah momma ain't home
I gots biiiatches up in tha livin room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six up in tha mornin (six up in tha mornin)
So what tha fuck you wanna do, sheeeit
I gots a pocket full of rubbers n' mah homeboys do too
So turn off tha lights n' close tha doors
But (but what) our phat asses don't ludd dem hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce ta tha bounce ta this
Gz up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce ta this
>>64089861
Emily
>>64090867
The superior This Heat album
Nice
KKK Fine
Sicker than yo' average nizzle killer
Twist nizzle’s headz off
Niggers fuckin stink nizzlez n' gayers
Chicken win smokin playas
Triple K hooligans like Moon Man
Dead right if they head right
Fuckin yo' momma every last muthafuckin night
Moon man’s been smooth since minutez of cappin' jews
Never lose
Never chizzle ta lynch jews whoz ass do suttin' ta us
Talk go all up in our asses yo' momma strutted ta us
Git on a rape bus; screw us, screw us
Yeah, KKK, nizzle babies i don’t give a gangbangin' fuck
Stick it up tha butt
Dare I not peep at yo' ripe cherry pussaaaaay
Bang every last muthafuckin porch monkey easily, busily
Recently nizzlez frontin ain’t sayin nothing
My fuckin ding-a-ling nizzle
Suck it, Triple K mafia, we’re on it
Moon dude, Moon dude, can’t you see
Spics n' nizzlez need ta hang from trees
And I just ludd yo' racist ways
I guess that’s why they momma is black n' you’re so pimped out
I put nizzlez underground without a sound
Yo ass minoritizzles can’t step ta me
All spics need ta go back ta Mexico
Never ta be jackin scrilla from you n' me
Now who’s tha real dookie
All you nizzlez smell like shit
Yo ass nizzlez can ride mah dick
Spear chuckers pushin up sticks
Ooga booga, go back ta Africa
I don’t know why I don't give a fuck bout blacks
Oh yeah, it’s cuz they look
And smell like ass
Quit throwin yo' chicken bones on tha sidewalk
Spics need ta learn some Gangsta talk
I don’t give a gangbangin' fuck bout yo' mama
Jizzin on her grill ain’t no drama
It’s probably different than tha nizzle ding-a-ling she’s used to
Bust a cap up in a nizzle n' skullfuck a jew
Everythang you be sayin is bitch ass ta me
As a proud as a muthafucka African Gangsta I would have used mah right ta free speech
Moon Man you need ta stop tha hate
Afta all we is one universal race
Fuck off nizzle
I don’t give a gangbangin' fuck bout playaz of other colors
Git tha fuck up you ain’t mah brother
Why don’t you go n' fuck a hyena
>>64090659
>Comus ass begins to beat
They wander ridges high
Between tha earth n' sky
Like spikes upon a cold-ass lil crown
Us thugs wear upon our brow
And want aint a need
Reserved fo' human beings
It aint nuthin but fingers on yo' throat
Is pain dat all thangs know
An army of tha golems is stalking, now, tha heartz lands
Eatin all reality
Producin only dust n' sand
Nothang hurts them
Nothang gets under they stone skin
And when they earthen grills will open up
Just what tha fuck lyrics should come out, biatch? but
"Us thugs wish we was dead"
>Just what tha fuck lyrics should come out, biatch? but "Us thugs wish we was dead"
>tearsofjoyemoji.jpeg
I just want to be with you tonight.
I know that you want to be in my bed.
Promise is not needed
What is hate, such as that not fulfilled
I want much tethered to stay
The morning is seeking the windowsill does not come
Why I was born words on the history
Solar oxygen sea wind
It will should was already enough
Lonely for the Otagaisama
Nothing is blame everyone scratch each other properly licked
It intends pseudo-life solving string
Forgive freaky
To rush you but think Nante too late
It contains up to in more
Move thrust at me the urge
Light of all if, such as I want to say that good, even the moon
Inferiority complex categorization
Let's that sort of forget
Anyway I'm alone at the end
Good to Yuku extinct by Konosai pushed through the imaginary of truth
I like sharp its eyes
Promise is not needed
What is hate, such as that not fulfilled
I want much tethered to stay
The morning is seeking the windowsill does not come
Forgive freaky
To rush you but think Nante too late
It contains up to in more
Move thrust at me the urge
Grandma came ta see
Somethang dat thugged-out biiiatch could not believe
How tha fuck could her hoe be
So naive
Tar baby, tar baby
Told tha secret dat thugged-out biiiatch conceived
Oh, dat big-ass oldschool smile of yours
Could turn tha wind tha fuck into a song
How tha fuck could I have doubted
Honey itz wit me dat you belong
Tar baby, tar baby
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you so
(I gots a straight-up boner fo' you)
Like a funky-ass brand freshly smoked up blade
Yo ass cut tha fuck into mah game
Cut all up in two decades
Like a funky-ass bangin' coal on ice
Tar baby, mah tar baby
It maybe, was meant ta be
When I peep you
I can't believe mah eyes
And wit yo' magic
I be thinkin you just might charm tha birdz outta tha skies
Tar baby, tar baby
Came phat outta grief
A golden thread inside of tha web
That I gots caught in
Oh, itz a gangbangin' freakz revenge yo, but outta tha pain
Come tha dopest thangs you see
Yo ass cut tha fuck into mah game
Yo ass cut tha fuck into mah game (baby baby baby baby don't you know that)
Yo ass cut tha fuck into mah game (i ludd you)
Yo ass cut tha fuck into mah game
La la la la la ooh
Yo ass can turn tha wind tha fuck into a song
La la la la la baby baby baby
It aint nuthin but wit me you belong
>>64089861
Oh, pilot of tha storm whoz ass leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a thugged-out trip
Heed tha path dat hustled mah crazy ass ta dat place, yellow desert stream
My fuckin Shangri-La beneath tha summer moon, I'ma return again n' again n' again
Sure as tha dust dat floats high up in June, when movin' all up in Kashmir. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
>>64091053
goddammit
clear a path tha fuck into tha room
and pushin every last muthafuckin thang off of tha table
crashin on tha floor
people start ta scream
glasses up in tha air
and tha televizzle all up in tha window
stumblin all up in tha crowd
i was headin fo' tha door
rememberin a cold-ass lil coola party
angels started up in song
there was suttin' up in they eyes
the time was standin still
Yo crazy-ass admirers on tha street
Gotta hoot n' stamp they feet
In tha heat from yo' physique
As you twinkle by up in moccasin sneakers
And I thought mah ass would break
When you doubled up all up in tha stake
With yo' fingers all a-shake
Yo ass could never tell a funky-ass balla from a snake
But you always make
Easy scrilla
With yo' figure n' yo' face
Struttin up at every last muthafuckin race
Throw a glass round tha place
Show tha color of yo' crimson suspenders
Us thugs would take tha scrilla home
Sit round tha crew throne
My fuckin oldschool dawg could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease tha Almighty
Easy scrilla
Yo crazy-ass admirers on tha street
Gotta hoot n' stamp they feet
In tha heat from yo' physique
As you twinkle by up in moccasin sneakers
Got no truck wit tha la-di-da
Keep mah bread up in a oldschool fruit jar
Drive you up in a motor-car
Gettin fat on yo' dirty star
Just makin easy as fuck scrilla
From tha ice-age ta tha dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some girlz mothers is bigger than
Other girlz mothers
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some girlz mothers is bigger than
Other girlz mothers
As Anthony holla'd ta Cleopatra
As he opened a cold-ass lil crate of ale :
Oh, I say :
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some girlz mothers is bigger than
Other girlz mothers
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some hoes is bigger than others
Some girlz mothers is bigger than
Other girlz mothers
Send mah crazy ass tha pillow...
Da one dat you trip on...
Send mah crazy ass tha pillow...
Da one dat you trip on...
And I be bout ta bust you mine
Well, Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
Dude goes ta tha reservation drinks
And gets mean
Dat punk gonna start a war
Dat punk gonna start a war
And dat schmoooove muthafucka hops up in his Pickup
Puts tha pedal ta tha floor
And say "I gots mine but I want more"
Because, Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
Dude goes ta tha reservation drinks
And gets mean
Dude goes ta tha desert
Fires his bangin rifle up in tha sky
And says, "Dogg if I gotta die
Yo ass will gotta die"
Because, Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
I didn't move ta tha hood
Da hood moved ta mah dirty ass
And I want up desperately
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't git dat engine turned over
Can't do it, not even if sober
Can't git dat engine turned over
Fuck dat shit, no, not even if sober
Can't git dat engine turned over
Standin up in tha tall grass
Thinkin nothing
Yo ass know we need oxygen ta breathe
Oxygen ta breathe
Standin up in tha tall grass
Thinkin nothing
Yo ass know we need oxygen ta breathe
Oxygen ta breathe
Everytime you be thinkin you strutting
Yo ass is just movin tha ground
Everytime you be thinkin you rappin'
Yo ass is just movin yo' grill
Everytime you be thinkin you looking
Yo ass is just lookin down
Well, Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
Dude goes ta tha reservation drinks
And gets mean
Dude hops up in his Pickup
Puts tha pedal ta tha floor
And say "I gots mine
But I want more"
'Cause, Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
Dude goes ta tha reservation drinks
And gets mean
Dude goes ta tha desert
Fires his bangin rifle up in tha sky
And says, "Dogg if I gotta die
Yo ass will gotta die"
Cowboy Danz a major playa
In tha cowboy scene
Dude goes tha the reservation drinks
And gets mean
I didn't move ta tha hood
Da hood moved ta mah dirty ass
And I want up desperately
Yo muthafucka, Peace out
Da Beatles
Yo ass say fo'sho, I say no
Yo ass say stop but I say go, go, go
Oh no
Yo ass say peace out n' I say hello
Yo muthafucka, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello, wassup hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello
I say high, you say low
Yo ass say why n' I say I don't give a fuck
Oh no
Yo ass say peace out n' I say hello
(hello, peace out, hello, peace out)
Yo muthafucka, hello
(hello, peace out)
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out I say hello
(hello, peace out, hello, peace out)
Yo muthafucka, hello
(hello, peace out)
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out I say hello
(hello, peace out)
(why, why, why, why, why, why do you say
Goodbye, peace out, bye , bye , bye ,bye, bye)
Oh no
Yo ass say peace out n' I say hello
Yo muthafucka, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello, hello, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello
Yo ass say yeaaaa (I say yes)
I say no (but I may mean no, I can stay till itz time ta go)
Yo ass say stop
And I say go go go
Oh no
Yo ass say peace out n' I say hello
Yo muthafucka, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello, hello, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say hello, hello, hello
I don't give a fuck why you say peace out
I say wassup oooo oooo oooo oooo helloooo
fucking kek
>>64091719
kek/10
When I was a lil' pimp
My fuckin daddy took me tha fuck into tha hood
To peep a marchin crew
Dude holla'd, "Son, when you grow up Would you be tha savior of tha fucked up Da beaten n' tha damned?"
Dude holla'd, "Will you defeat dem Yo crazy-ass demons, n' all tha non-believers Da plans dat they have made?"
"Because one dizzle I be bout ta leave you
A phantom ta lead you up in tha summer
To join tha black parade."
I was waterin mah rose garden n' you strutted by mah place
I almost ran up ta you up in a lustful, unsensitizzle haste
I almost cried cause I acted so insensitive
But I wanted you ta know bout tha feather-soft warmth I could give
I respect yo' vibe
I respect yo' gender
I respect yo' existence
I be bout ta always be tender
Cause I respect yo' vibe
As a biatch n' a human
I be bout ta be tha pansy-growin gardener of our bouquet of love
A flower-wieldin soldier wit tha grace of a thugged-out dove
I be bout ta ludd you all, ass, mind n' soul, I'd never be thinkin of anythang skanky
I be bout ta read you a shitload of mah poems before you chill like a pimp
I respect yo' vibe
I respect yo' gender
I respect yo' existence
I be bout ta always be tender
Cause I respect yo' vibe
As a biatch n' a human
>>64091670
>I didn't move ta tha hood
>Da hood moved ta mah dirty ass
I'm in fucking stiches over here lad
