Текст и перевод песни Ill Rolz feat. Eli6 - Fresh Meal

Fresh Meal

I think i'm losing my mind
This night's goin' backwards
Feels like this problems are mine
There's some blood on the dancefloor
Distruggo tutto questo
Butto giù il cancello senza chiederti permesso
Nemmeno mi presento, ti vomito all'ingresso
Disprezzo ogni tuo testo ogni tuo gesto senza senso
Ma almeno rispetto il dresscode
Rido a crepapelle se mi sento un tuo concerto
Please call me honey badger se sto veleno lo reggo
Vuoi il successo anche le stelle se ti ascolto disconnetto
C'ho le macchie sulla pelle fra c'ho il morbo di Morgellons
Da un po' ho fame da lupo caccio spesso
Esco per mangiare soltanto se è buio pesto
Prega, che non ti becco!
Punto dritto al petto
Strappo il tuo cuore crudo
Consumo il mio pasto fresco

I think i'm losing my mind
This night is goin' backwards
Feels like these problems are mine
There's some blood on the dancefloor
I think i'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal
I think i'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal

Vado a cena in Centro
Ti sbudello butto fuori ciò che hai dentro
Mi ci Diverto è così perfetto
Una via di mezzo che non sai se è un film di Dario Argento
O una scena di bangbros
Questa non è techno ma deathcore
Dici in giro che non esco spesso?
Faccio questa merda da quando pippavi il gesso
Mi davi dello sfigato
Io a ammazzarmi di jamsessions
Mo vuoi insegnarmelo tu adesso?
Il tuo testo è un copiaticcio su desktop
Il mio un cazzo di intreccio
Ho beat e skills no trend top
Fai quit presto
Look at me
If i kill your rap god
Stammi appresso Che esci lesso
In silenzio me la stealtho
Meglio un mio pezzo del il tuo intero best of
Tutti dentro al Takeshi's castle
A letto con te e la tua kokeshi
Faccio io la femdom

I think i'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal
I think i'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal

Non mi batti neanche in tag team
Ti avvicini e prendi destri diretti test me
Cadi a pezzi e ti risvegli nel mio bad trip
Sopra un letto di teschi ricoperto d'insetti
Siete perfetti
Lerci dai cervelli mobile friendly
Depressi finti mc's
Voi fate i belli collane e anelli
Ma chi si crede il rap king per me è il primo della blacklist

Fresh Meal

I think I'm losing my mind
This night's going backwards
Feels like these problems are mine
There's some blood on the dance floor
I destroy all of this
I tear down the gate without asking your permission
I don't even introduce myself, I throw up at the entrance
I despise every word you say, every meaningless gesture you make
But at least I respect the dress code
I laugh my ass off if I hear one of your concerts
Please call me honey badger if I can handle this poison
You want success, even the stars, if I listen to you, I disconnect
I have spots on my skin, like I have Morgellons
I've been hungry like a wolf lately, I hunt often
I only go out to eat when it's pitch black
Pray, that I don't catch you!
I aim straight for the chest
I rip out your raw heart
I consume my fresh meal

I think I'm losing my mind
This night is going backwards
Feels like these problems are mine
There's some blood on the dance floor
I think I'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal
I think I'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal

I'm going to dinner downtown
I gut you, throw out what's inside
I enjoy it, it's so perfect
A middle ground that you don't know if it's a Dario Argento film
Or a bangbros scene
This isn't techno, it's deathcore
Do you go around saying I don't go out often?
I've been doing this shit since you were sniffing chalk
You called me a loser
While I was killing myself with jam sessions
Now you want to teach me?
Your lyrics are a copy-paste on your desktop
Mine are a fucking intertwining
I have beats and skills, not top trends
Quit soon
Look at me
If I kill your rap god
Follow me, you'll come out boiled
I stealth it in silence
One of my tracks is better than your entire best of
Everyone inside Takeshi's Castle
In bed with you and your kokeshi doll
I'll be the femdom

I think I'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal
I think I'm losing my mind
Feels like these problems are mine
I cannot change you alive
You're my fresh meal

You can't beat me even in a tag team
You come close and you get straight rights, test me
You fall to pieces and wake up in my bad trip
On a bed of skulls covered with insects
You're perfect
Filthy, mobile-friendly brains
Depressed fake MCs
You act tough with necklaces and rings
But whoever thinks they're the rap king is first on my blacklist