Текст и перевод песни YCK - Paladin

Paladin

Yeah you're a fucking faker, ain't mistaken you're a petty thief
I'm the undertaker, these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion, when it's wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I'm a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Rake it in pay to win, I'm always staying pissed
Actions don't matter like I am a fatalist
Mangling the drywall, sipping up the Fireball
Tapping in the cracks, tell me what can't a wire solve
Raw with no gauze, melt the protons
Wanna talk about the trouble that the fucking clones caused
What we had caught 'em with, all that incompetence
I am immobile bitch, I'm no apologist
Puncturing my lungs, emptied drums I'm fucked up
Strung out looking where's the Tums
Like I'm in a fever dream but cannot wake up
Need to be distracted need to paper chase yuh
I don't like living, may be drinking down the antifreeze
Keep on feeding on the many fibs and many fantasies
Got a lifestyle that you can't sustain
But you had it coming hoe, don't complain

Yeah you're a fucking faker, ain't mistaken you're a petty thief
I'm the undertaker, these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion, when it's wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I'm a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Bomb inside the fuselage can't evacuate
Know that you've been using our approaches and the ways
That we set ourselves apart and I should have envisioned it
You never had us compensated but my damn commission did
Long live the desert where nothing freeze
Bitch Imma do whatever what the fuck I please
I will walk on this bed of nails
Then to celebrate barricades seldom scaled

If we wanna sic 'em we send in Rottweilers
You a fucking traitor, modern-day John Tyler
Marked with the zeal of a dead man
Now bark like a seal in the bedpan
When I'm finished they will put my body in the pantheon
They're bowing down and worshiping the ground that I've been standing on
Ash into ash, ceramic cups
Cash into cash, satanic crux

Yeah you're a fucking faker, ain't mistaken you're a petty thief
I'm the undertaker, these remains were lent lamentably
Hear me my precious carrion, when it's wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I'm a paladin inserted I will die unsung

Paladin

Ouais, tu es une vraie fausse, je ne me trompe pas, tu es une petite voleuse
Je suis le croque-mort, ces restes m'ont été prêtés lamentablement
Écoute-moi, ma précieuse charogne, quand tout sera terminé et dit
Prête les clés de la chapelle et du tabernacle, je suis un paladin inséré, je mourrai sans être chanté

Rake it in pay to win, I'm always staying pissed
Actions don't matter like I am a fatalist
Mangling the drywall, sipping up the Fireball
Tapping in the cracks, tell me what can't a wire solve
Raw with no gauze, melt the protons
Wanna talk about the trouble that the fucking clones caused
What we had caught 'em with, all that incompetence
I am immobile bitch, I'm no apologist
Puncturing my lungs, emptied drums I'm fucked up
Strung out looking where's the Tums
Like I'm in a fever dream but cannot wake up
Need to be distracted need to paper chase yuh
I don't like living, may be drinking down the antifreeze
Keep on feeding on the many fibs and many fantasies
Got a lifestyle that you can't sustain
But you had it coming hoe, don't complain

Ouais, tu es une vraie fausse, je ne me trompe pas, tu es une petite voleuse
Je suis le croque-mort, ces restes m'ont été prêtés lamentablement
Écoute-moi, ma précieuse charogne, quand tout sera terminé et dit
Prête les clés de la chapelle et du tabernacle, je suis un paladin inséré, je mourrai sans être chanté

Bomb inside the fuselage can't evacuate
Know that you've been using our approaches and the ways
That we set ourselves apart and I should have envisioned it
You never had us compensated but my damn commission did
Long live the desert where nothing freeze
Bitch Imma do whatever what the fuck I please
I will walk on this bed of nails
Then to celebrate barricades seldom scaled

If we wanna sic 'em we send in Rottweilers
You a fucking traitor, modern-day John Tyler
Marked with the zeal of a dead man
Now bark like a seal in the bedpan
When I'm finished they will put my body in the pantheon
They're bowing down and worshiping the ground that I've been standing on
Ash into ash, ceramic cups
Cash into cash, satanic crux

Ouais, tu es une vraie fausse, je ne me trompe pas, tu es une petite voleuse
Je suis le croque-mort, ces restes m'ont été prêtés lamentablement
Écoute-moi, ma précieuse charogne, quand tout sera terminé et dit
Prête les clés de la chapelle et du tabernacle, je suis un paladin inséré, je mourrai sans être chanté