Paroles et traduction Umer Anjum - Headshot 2.0

Headshot 2.0

Waise tu deserve nahi karta hai diss
Lekin tujhe dena pada
(Sun!) Aakhri headshot seedha pada tere ghar pe
Fuck Ashar Khan, Tu akay char mere Lund pe
Afsoos ki baat, larna para mujhay chakkay say,
Gand Teri kholi mene Headshot say jhatkay may,
Demon bhi hassa tha end wali Bar pay,
Usey inspired, Gaand pharsa mizaaj hai,
Aja leke chalun peechay Kuch Saal aaj say
DM Bheja Talha ko, Bhai Tu toh Jaan hai
Is Rap Ka virus Ka koi bhi ilaaj nai
Tu karega mujhay famous,
Yeh toh sach baat nai
Gaand Ka ilaaj hai lekin gandu Ka Nai
Call me Rap Devil, You're standing in my hell Bhai
Chaat Kay phoncha hai Bol news Kay channel pay,
Wahan par bhi mujray, yeh kesa hai Channel bay
Drill pay yeh rap kare, wada Tu Skepta
Drill meri bitch larkay Aag Hun may phekta
Karwaya tuney ghostwrite yeh diss mere baray may,
Nasli Pathan nai mushoor tere baarey may,
Rakhail nai bachay meri gang ki Woh bandi hai,
Bori band karade Teri esi Woh bandi hai,
Baap Ka naam mere chappa hai tere Ghar may,
Hawas humay charti hai, hum atay tere Ghar pay,
Jani aur savage nay jhoot Bola mujse,
Aaj pata chala Woh bhi atay tere Ghar pay
Rap Kay naam pay tuney Kia tha mazaak
Hazir hai Hazir hai, Yeh kesa hai mazaak
Apni aukaat dhek aur akay Mera level dhek
Mere hi haathon apni hi maut dhek
Chay say chakka, Yeh baat toh sachi hai
Is game bacha, teri kaaf say kachi hai
Phatri hai, andar khanay Teri phatri
Bolke Rakhail, bhula Teri bhi ek bandi hai
Boldun Kuch baatein Teri bestie baray may
ZAR Chor umer janay De
Aney de, diss inkay aney De
Mere Saath mere log, Chun Chun Kay phaarenge,
Kaatenge mere rhymes tujhay kaatenge,
Mere naam Kay hype kamayi, phir bhi tu ghaate may,
Ankh khol bachay tujhay Aya Hun may maarne,
Us bestie gaand say sar bahar Nikal le
Can't see the view, it's like I blew and flew,
All your faces turn blue
Now they running with the crew
Better grab your mask cuz you don't wanna catch this flu
Better run faster, I'm out running you,
Might outsell you agar Karne full time
Go and have a chilled lime, This ain't your timeline,
You nothing but a paradox, pakar mere slick rhymes
I feel the like the punisher,yeh hai Mera prime time
Yeh dunya hai Jaali nai samjhogay pyaar ko,
Tiktok Ka chakay tu ana itwaar ko
Lagaigay dewaar ko, phaarenge shalwaar ko
Tab jaakay samjhogay tum mere pyaar ko
Gaand Teri pharun jaakay nai banwale
Apnay tattay kaatke lodu jhumkay banwale
Seedhi meri baat, kyun Kay seedha Mera jabra
I'm all outta money, Band Karo apna mujra
Azaad Panchi Hun may, Kisi ki Nahi sunta
Yeh diss kaafi Ganda, Har bacha nai sunta
Chunta, bunta apnay lavz dihaan say
Khoon Ka rishta Mera aur uska yeh jaantey
Ab kitno ko diss karun, sabhi YS chaaptey
Yeh akhri hai diss, yeh baat sab hi jantay
Tere jese chutton ko guddi pay chaanten
Trimmer nai dena, Inkay atay Nahi jhaantay
Rakhail nai boy Woh jaan hai meri
Apni zabaan sambhaal, warna gaand hai teri
Agar likhna hai Acha, toh sun phele Acha
Tum larkay ho Sachay, dimaagh Kay kachay
Mere naamse bachkay, hum phaartey parchay
Mere boys ko, toh beta taangein chatsay
Englished Urdu hip hop with a little bit of English,
Can't find umer, like he is ancient relic,
Always ready like a Celtic,
Someone call a paramedic, why these so rappers hysteric,
I can leave them on the floor without a tone apologetic,
Mere agay Randi rona nai, may Nahi Hun sympathetic
Teri gano rhymes scheme mujhay lagi hai
Pathetic, cumshots mere meethay, tujhay chora hai diabetic,
Anjum Gali nai tera doosra baap hai,
Jakay pooch apnay Ghar, Teri maa Ka Yaar hai

Headshot 2.0

You don't deserve this diss, babe
But I had to give it to you
(Listen!) This final headshot landed straight on your house
Fuck Ashar Khan, you can both suck my dick
It's a shame, I had to fight a loser like you,
I busted your ass open with a headshot, in a flash
Even the Demon was laughing at the end
He was so inspired, loves to rip ass apart
Let's go back a few years from today
I DMed Talha, bro you're the real one
There's no cure for the virus of this rap
You'll make me famous,
That's not true
There's a cure for the ass but not for an asshole
Call me Rap Devil, You're standing in my hell bro
You licked ass to get on the news channel
Even there you're dancing, what kind of channel is this
You rap this drill, promise me Skepta
My drill is a bitch, I throw boys in the fire
You had this diss ghostwritten about me
A real Pathan doesn't talk about you
That girl isn't a mistress, she's part of my gang
She's the kind of girl who'll get your ass packed up
My father's name is written all over your house
We're hungry for lust, we come to your house
Jani and Savage lied to me
Today I found out they also come to your house
You made a mockery of rap
Present! Present! What kind of joke is this?
Look at your status and look at my level
See your own death at my hands
Loser from loser, this is true
This game is a child, your poetry is weak
It's torn, your insides are torn
You call her a mistress, forgetting you also have a girl
Let me tell you a few things about your best friend
ZAR Thief Umer Let it go
Let it come, let their diss come
My people with me will tear you apart one by one
My rhymes will cut you, they'll cut you
You earned hype off my name, still you're at a loss
Open your eyes, kid, I've come to kill you
Pull your head out of that best friend's ass
Can't see the view, it's like I blew and flew,
All your faces turn blue
Now they running with the crew
Better grab your mask cuz you don't wanna catch this flu
Better run faster, I'm out running you,
Might outsell you if I do this full time
Go and have a chilled lime, This ain't your timeline,
You nothing but a paradox, catch my slick rhymes
I feel the like the punisher, this is my prime time
This world is fake, you won't understand love
You TikTok loser, come on Sunday
I'll stick you to the wall, tear your pants
Then you'll understand my love
I'll rip your ass apart, you idiot
Cut your balls and make them into earrings
My words are straight because my oppression is straight
I'm all outta money, Stop your dance
I'm a free bird, I don't listen to anyone
This diss is very dirty, not every child listens
Choose and gather your words carefully
My blood relation with him, they all know
How many should I diss, everyone's following YS
This is the last diss, everyone knows this
I make losers like you dance on my finger
Don't give them a trimmer, their balls don't grow
That mistress boy is my life
Watch your tongue, or your ass is mine
If you want to write good, then listen good first
You boys are true, but your minds are raw
Run from my name, we tear apart shadows
My boys, son, they lick legs
Englished Urdu hip hop with a little bit of English,
Can't find Umer, like he is ancient relic,
Always ready like a Celtic,
Someone call a paramedic, why these so rappers hysteric,
I can leave them on the floor without a tone apologetic,
Bitches don't cry in front of me, I am not sympathetic
Your songs' rhyme scheme seems to me
Pathetic, my cumshots are sweet, you're left diabetic,
Anjum Gali is not your second father,
Go ask your house, He is your mom's lover