- Crutches, Crosses, Caskets 歌詞 Pusha T
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- [Intro: Pusha T]
拐杖十字架棺槨
Yeah
拐杖十字架棺槨
Uh-huh
受害者遍地
Beautiful evils
年輕人充滿惡意
Yeah
我無法理解
Check me out
出來混總得要還
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
你們卻整天刷朋友圈
Crutches, crosses, caskets
我是惡魔的附身現實版凶兆
Crutches, crosses, caskets
你卻無法像羅馬人般整蠱與我
All I see is victims
玩的是細水長流萬古長青
My young niggas sic' 'em
跟Puff合作我們單刀直入
I don't get 'em
拐杖十字架棺槨
I just get back their jewelry if I'm fuckin' with 'em
拐杖十字架棺槨
Your man crush Mondays be owin' niggas
受害者遍地
My skin is triple black, I'm the omen
一直以來說唱歌手都是遭受迫害
You can't kill a God like the Romans, uh
我與眾不同現在的說唱歌手還真以為天下是他們的
Take my time to craft shit
我就像來自美利堅的Yasiel Puig【Yasiel Puig是棒球選手，來自古巴】
'Cause I don't like back and forths with Puff about rap shit
我們叛逆僅存共同之處便是血流遍地
[Verse 2 : Pusha T]
沒賺幾個錢還滿嘴跑火車
Crutches, crosses, caskets
一個銷量白金的說唱歌手的母親在要飯豈不是羞恥不堪
Crutches, crosses, caskets
我把母親帶到巴哈馬去度假
All I see is victims
現在她說不定還穿著睡袍在享用海鮮
Rappers is victimized at an all-time high
我的生活就像大魚吃小魚
But not I, you pop niggas thought I let it fly
你們這幫水貨都被我打成篩子
I'm Yasiel Puig, I'm in another league
小鮮肉都被老炮們屠殺
I defected, only thing we have in common, niggas bleed
哈想像一下你算老幾啊
In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya dollars
拐杖十字架棺槨
Is there shame when a platinum rapper's mother lives in squalor?
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Mildred's in the Bahamas for the month
周遭遍地是橫屍
She's probably sitting in her pajamas having lunch
亙古不變已經堅持真我
Swordfish, my reality is more fish
我像魔術師約翰遜般經久不息
Banana clips for allyou Curious Georges
我在網上瘋狂買房
Old niggas slapping young niggas
房子光鮮亮麗豪車萬人矚目
Ha Imagine that, where you from nigga?
美好生活的剪影
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
讓你口齒不清
Crutches, crosses, caskets
嘴上功夫好可得不了口吃的毛病
Crutches, crosses, caskets
這比毒品換來的錢更有意義我紙醉金迷
All I see is death by the masses
跟你的靈魂對話是金錢難及
The only asterisk is the change of address
這是街頭力量的神職任期
My infinity pool as long as Magic's
犯罪學的教堂指引我的毒品造詣
Yeah I let Zillow change my pillows
我是製毒界的L. Ron Hubbard
The home is so inviting, the Porsche is the armadillo
主流市場遲早會愛上我
The silhouette
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The pop, pop, pop; the chop, chop, chop
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The throwaway TEC's got Tourettes
受害者遍地
It's more than this drug money, I love money
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I speak to your soul and that's above money
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This the ministry of street energy
受害者遍地
The church of criminology, teaching my chemistries
Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard
To some certain motherfuckers gotta love it
[Outro]
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
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