Paroles et traduction Fvck_kvlt feat. Žakhéles - Prasačí život

Prasačí život

Uplne ta vidzím jak si honíš doma na sebe
Pred zrkadlom boškávaš bicák
Nehovor, že ne
Ja hrám koncerty
Party od pátku do nedzele
Čo robíš ty?
Ošahávaš ludom prdele
Hladáš tam pičoviny
Chceš byt pánom okrsku
Na požičanom aute
S požičanú pištolku
Závidzíš, že mám dobrý kokot v gacoch a ty kolík
Že moja liga je James Dean, tvoja Fiki Sulík
Netrápi ma tvoj nudný život
Čurák, rob čo chceš
Netrápiš ma jak vždy
Ked nejdeš ze mna tahat cash
Keby ci ju vrácim na gebulu sa doblveš
Dosereš
Rozeberem ta jak Mengele
Chceš zabudnút, že tvoja kost líže suseda
Chceš zabudnút, že tvoj parchant sa k tebe neprizná
Chceš zabudnút, že tvoj tatko je živý ríbezlák
Zabudnút, že ked si prišol na svet, manke prišlo zle

Nevyhukuj po mne, more, nepišuj
Ked sa chceš se mnu bavit, hlas nezvyšuj
Pičám jak ty som neraz narušil feng shui
Na fízlarne si vydýchnu vždy, ked odídem, že fuj
Nevyhukuj po mne, more, nepišuj
Ked sa chceš se mnu bavit, hlas nezvyšuj
Pičám jak ty som neraz narušil feng shui
Na fízlarne si vydýchnu vždy, ked odídem, že fuj

Pozri sa na mňa aký som velký
Bez toho, aby som na sebe mal zelené handry, smradlavý odznak, ošťatý hrdzavý gun
Skôr vysadím futro jak s tebou pándla prehodím čo len pár skurvených slov
Tak sa zas nehraj, že tu máš všetko akože pod kontrolou
Otočil som tolko g's, že je z toho obrovský snehulák
Fízel však nič netuší, vo fábii honí si pišulák
S mojou crew stojíme v závetrí, hádžeme na pándle molotov
Si chudák jak Milanko Lučanský, aj keď sa vidíš, že si fakin robocop
Môj štýl je rošambo, rokoko, tvoj je ja pendrekom na oko
Ruka čo kŕmi ťa zároveň fistuje tvoju riť poriadne skurvene hlboko
Zakaždým jak prídeš na koncert v prašivej mikine kenvelo
Za tebou rysujem najhrubšiu lajnu a ťukám si prstom na čelo
Žakino, Fakult, na beate spolu
Kulo raperi môžete plakať
Keď tento track, vydáme ven, začne sa o nás zaujímať Naka
Ja počujem húkačky húkať, ja sa však nenechám chytiť, né
Ubziknem jak šťuka, stoka
Šeci v piči

Pig Life

I can see you jerking off at home to yourself
In front of the mirror kissing your bicep
Don't say no
I play concerts
Party from Friday to Sunday
What are you doing?
Touching people's assholes
Looking for crap there
You want to be the master of the precinct
In a borrowed car
With a borrowed pistol
You're jealous that I have a good cock in my pants and you have a peg
That my league is James Dean, yours Fiki Sulík
I'm not worried about your boring life
Dick, do what you want
You don't bother me like always
When you don't come to get cash from me
If I give it back to you, you'll get all over the place
You'll shit yourself
I'll take you apart like Mengele
You want to forget that your wife is licking your neighbor
You want to forget that your kid won't admit to you
You want to forget that your dad is a living gooseberry
Forget that when you came into the world, the midwife felt sick

Don't yell at me, man, don't write
When you want to talk to me, don't raise your voice
Bitches like you I've violated feng shui more than once
At the police station I always breathe a sigh of relief when I leave, that's disgusting
Don't yell at me, man, don't write
When you want to talk to me, don't raise your voice
Bitches like you I've violated feng shui more than once
At the police station I always breathe a sigh of relief when I leave, that's disgusting

Look at me how big I am
Without wearing green rags, a smelly badge, a rusty gun
I'd rather kick a door in than say a few fucking words to you, cop
So don't play like you have everything under control here
I flipped so many g's it's a huge snowman
But the cop doesn't suspect anything, he's in a fabia jerking his dick
My crew and I are standing in the lee, throwing Molotov cocktails at the cops
You're a poor guy like Milanko Lučanský, even though you think you're a real robocop
My style is roshambo, rococo, yours is a club to the eye
The hand that feeds you also fists your ass really fucking deep
Every time you come to a concert in a dusty sweater
I draw the thickest line behind you and tap my finger on my forehead
Zakino, Fakulta, on the beat together
Bullet rappers you can cry
When we release this track, the Naka will start taking an interest in us
I can hear the sirens wailing, but I'm not gonna get caught, no
I'll slip away like a pike, a sewer
Everybody in the pussy