Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
Verse 1
– Pàirt 1
I achieve the unachievable
– Tha mi a ‘ toirt seachad an neo-chunbhalachd
Sustained by the belief of the unbelievable
– A tha a dol an-asgaidh t-seirbheis ri daoine ann an unbelievable
Look into the mist, see the lunatic
– See loch nam madadh
You think it’s inconceivable
– Tha thu a ‘ smaoineachadh gu bheil e do-chreidsinneach
Capsize enemies, floating like an oil tanker
– Capsize nàimhdean, a ‘ fleòdradh mar tancair ola
Watch ‘em melt like a Now & Later
– A ‘coimhead air a’ leaghadh mar a-Nis & Nas Fhaide air Adhart
Take your head—huh, call me Stormbreaker
– Gabh mo leisgeul, a Ghraisg
Step to me? Meet your undertaker
– A ‘ coimhead air mo shon? Coinnich ris an neach-àbhachdais agad
Verse 2
– Pàirt 2
My lyrics flow like vapor
– Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain
When I put that pen to paper
– Nuair a chuireas mi am peann sin gu pàipear
Leave you disaporated, aggravated
– Fàg thu disaporated, aggrevated
Use the force like Vader
– Cleachd an fheachd mar Vader
Pushing the envelope, this game’s full of cutthroats
– A ‘coimhead air adhart ris a’ gheama seo, tha an geama seo làn de cutthroats
Duck low when that four-five blow
– Duck ìosal nuair a tha ceithir-còig buille
Exit hole for your soul—body stacking
– Toll fàgail airson d ‘ anam—cruachadh bodhaig
Nothing survives my plan of action
– Chan eil dad a ‘ mairsinn mo phlana gnìomh
Pre-Chorus
– Pre-Chorus
Tick-tock, gunshots—FWAP, FWAP, FWAP!
– Fwap, FWAP, FWAP, FWAP! – FÒRAM NA gàidhlig
This is how we ride, Bonnie & Clyde strapped
– Seo mar a bhios Sinn a ‘ rothaireachd Bonnie & Amp; Clyde
Wifey crazy as me, she told me she ride or die
– Madadh-allaidh mar mise, thuirt i rium gun robh i a ‘marcachd no a’ bàsachadh
No hesitation, she ready to slide
– Gun teagamh sam bith, tha i deiseil airson sleamhnachadh
Chorus
– Còir-sgrìobhte
I’m ready to kill, motherf*****
– Tha mi a ‘ dol a mharbhadh, màthair*****
Head chop, guillotine motherf*****
– A ‘ gearradh ceann, màthair guillotine*****
Give me nails, crucified motherf*****
– Thoir dhomh ìnean, màthair crosta*****
I’m tired of being the nice guy
– I am tired i am a fair guy
We finish last—so why try?
– Bidh sinn a ‘ crìochnachadh mu dheireadh—mar sin carson feuchainn?
Got this devil in my pocket
– Fhuair mi an diabhal seo nam phòcaid
A death dealer, psycho rocket
– Neach-reic bàis, rocaid psycho
Verse 3
– Pàirt 3
Welcome to the jungle, when I snap, it’s a rumble
– Fàilt ‘air a’ ghille, ‘ n uair a dh’èireas
Watch ‘em tumble back, bodies drop, no stumble
– Coimhead ’em tumble air ais, cuirp a’ tuiteam, gun stumble
Steadily clicking, the bodies are flippin’
– A ‘briogadh gu cunbhalach, tha na cuirp a ‘flippin’
Checking and flexin’ on ninjas, I’m wreckin’
– Ninjas, agus tha mi a’cur
Confession booth but I can’t be forgiven
– ‘S truagh nach d’ fhuair mi maitheanas
Blessing or curse? I gotta keep killin’
– Beannachd no mallachd? Feumaidh mi cumail a’
Devil is ripping and sippin’ on visions
– Tha an diabhal a ‘reubadh agus a’ sippin ‘ air seallaidhean
Aggression consuming, no road to heaven
– A ‘ caitheamh ionnsaigheachd, gun rathad gu nèamh
Bridge
– Drochaid
Bodies drop when I click the trigger
– Bidh cuirp a ‘ tuiteam nuair a bhriogas mi air an trigger
Dark figures get smoked and wither
– Bidh figearan dorcha a ‘smocadh agus a’ crìonadh
Diving, sliding, tryna survive
– Dàibheadh, sleamhnachadh, tryna beò
I pump the gauge and fold ‘em up right
– Bidh mi a ‘pumpadh an tomhas agus a ‘pasgadh’ em suas ceart
The bigger the figure, the quicker the trigger
– Mar as motha am figear, is ann as luaithe a bhios an trigger
They all fall down—blood on my hands
– Tha iad uile a ‘ tuiteam sìos—fuil air mo làmhan
“Help me, Lord,” but the damage is done
– “Cuidich mi, A Thighearna,” ach tha am milleadh air a dheanamh
I ain’t finished ‘til I’m the last one
– I ain’t finish ‘ til I am tha last one ‘
Outro
– Tha
Oh, venomoso, quando eu jogo
– O, venomoso, quando eu jogo
Brincadeira like it’s cat and mouse
– Kabhi socha bhi na tha is kadar
So marveloso, sitting on my trono
– Mar sin marveloso, na shuidhe air mo throno
Call me vato loco
– Tha loco me
Think it’s infantile?
– A bheil e na leanabh?
Little do you know, I’m coming with that governor flow
– ‘S beag a tha fios agad, tha mi a’ tighinn leis an t-sruth riaghladair sin
That Punisher blow—black belts leave holes
– Tha sin A ‘Punisher buille-dubh criosan a’ fàgail tuill
