Svär på min mamma [English translation]

[Intro: Set It Off sample]

All these women run together

These motherfuckas was all over me

But I represented

I need somethin' I can set it off with

[Verse 1]

Two White Russians, need no drinks

But I'm happy, have two smiley's in my pocket

With my hoodie on, flying through eras

Am a fucking beast in the booth, Cooky pussy; Beastie Boys

Yeah, I am the rap's Tarantino

The dude lies bloody as if he had red chinos

Pardon garçon, your glances taste of citrus

I am a thousand light years from you; the star Sirius

Ah, I am the star from Syria

And you can press pause if you can't handle the hubris

And stop asking why I don't even speak with an accent

Fucking miracle that I have anything left of my psyche yet

My time has come, so watch me, grazie

See me rap on a catwalk fo Versace

I am the rap's Liberace

As if anyone's gonna exceed me? Never!

[Hook]

It becomes gold when I lay my hand upon

Silver around my neck and I hold the game locked

Y'all can talk, but it ends with dropped curtains

I swear on my mother, I'll give them what they can withstand

[Verse 2]

She said we should play strip poker

And I'm already wearing little clothing

She tries to look away, but it doesn't go so well

Undress before I can touch you

Ah, my girls are like fucking military

They fight to get me at the front of the concert

Ah, my girls are fucking revolutionary

We throw molotovs, and you're not like any of us

And now they write that I'm too intense

But I'm not intense, I'm a fucking G

Pussy power, Wu Tang Clan; we are Killa Beez

We are Valerie Solanas, we are Gudrun, we are Alicia Keys

Bitch, please! I am a star - not a celebrity

Honestly, I'm not straight - I'm lesbian

Walla, Imam has taken over, not Allah

And dudes who try, I've gone past all of you

[Hook]

It becomes gold when I lay my hand upon

Silver around my neck and I hold the game locked

Y'all can talk, but it ends with dropped curtains

I swear on my mother, I'll give them what they can withstand