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In my head it’s like I got two fuckin’ beats goin’ at once (Woo)
– A mengem Kapp ass et wéi wann ech zwee freaking Punches gläichzäiteg hätt (Woo)
Like two chicks in a tug-of-war tryna compete for my love
– Wéi zwee Chicks an engem Krichsween tryna konkurréiere fir Meng Léift
I tell ’em, “Stop bein’ jealous, I love you each just as much”
– Ech soen hinnen: “Halt op jalous ze sinn, ech hunn iech all sou gär.”
Until one of them tells me that I’ma never be what I was
– Bis ee vun hinnen mir seet datt ech ni wäert sinn wat ech war
Other one just called me a bitch and said I’m not evil no more
– En aneren huet mech just Eng Bitch genannt a gesot datt ech net méi rosen sinn
Like, I don’t see what they’re doin’, they’re tryna get me to kill ’em
– Ech verstinn net wat se maachen, si probéieren mech dozou ze bréngen se ëmzebréngen
B-B-B-Beefin’ with them is probably the least of my worries
– B-B-mat hinnen iessen ass wahrscheinlech déi mannst Vu Menge Suergen
Got people screamin’ I suck, you think the old me is better?
– Hutt Dir Leit déi jäizen datt ech suckelen, mengt dir datt déi al mech besser ass?
Shit, I take that bleach blonde, wannabe 2Pac, little fake wigger, fuckin’
– Schäiss, ech huelen dës Bleechblond, Wannabe-2Pac, klenge falsche Wigger, verdammt
Douchebag and strangle him up with his durag for thinkin’ he’s tough
– Douchebag a erstéckt hie mat sengem Durage well hie mengt datt hien haart ass
But havin’ him taped up with duct, his two hands and ankles and fucked Through his pants and raped in the butt with broom handles ain’t good enough
– Awer hien mat Kanal, sengen Zwou Hänn A Knöchel gepecht ze hunn an duerch seng Hosen gefickt ze hunn a mat Biesemstämm Am Hënner vergewaltegt ze hunn ass net gutt genuch
Who has the painkillers? ‘Cause as soon as I dangle them, stuff
– Wien huet D ‘ Schmerzmedikamenter? Well soubal ech se hänken loossen, Saachen
A few down his trachea, sucks, it’s too bad it came to this, but
– Eng koppel a senger Trachea, suckelt, et ass schued datt et koum, awer
The motherfuckin’ handkerchief, and them stupid ass fingerless gloves
– Et ass e Fucking Taschentuch an eng handschuhe vu fangerlosen Handschuhe
When I was him, I couldn’t stand him, I’ve always hated his guts
– Wéi ech hie war, konnt ech hien net aushalen, ech hunn hien ëmmer gehaasst
Fuckin’ bitch
– Déi Bitch
Ayo, Dre, this does sound like some vintage shit though
– Ayo, Dre, dat kléngt awer no Vintage Schäiss
Fuck it
– Schäiss drop
Let’s make ’em harken back to the days when all that mattered
– Loosst se un Déi Deeg erënneren wou alles wichteg war
Was Dre and Marshall Mathers, no breaks to slaughter gas
– War Dre A Marshall Mathers, keng Pausen Fir Gas ze schluechten
Because they are talkin’ crap like we’re ancient artifacts
– Well se Schäiss schwätzen wéi wa mir antik Artefakte wieren
But the fact that you suck and all of you ain’t shit are the facts
– Awer De Fakt datt dir saugt an dir sidd all net suckelt sinn D ‘ Fakten
But this ain’t retarded rap, so your brain don’t know how to act
– Awer dëst ass kee Verspéiten Rap, also weess Äert Gehir net wéi et sech soll behuelen
What’s good for you’s bad for you, like what cures AIDS causes cancer
– Wat fir iech gutt ass ass schlecht fir iech, zum beispill, wat aids heelt Verursaacht Kriibs
Now scream loud as you can (Ah), shorty, wow, you look bad, amazing
– Elo jäizt sou haart wéi dir kënnt (ah), shorty, wow, dir gesitt schlecht aus, onheemlech
A human labyrinth, slow down just a tad
– E mënschleche Labyrinth, just e bësse méi lues
But it’s too bananas, this club is too damn rowdy, you can’t
– Awer et ass ze bananenähnlech, dëse Club ass ze verdammt haart, dir kënnt net
It’s 2 AM, how do you stand after the lucid absinthe?, a bag
– Et ass 2 Auer, wéi fillt dir iech nom kloren Absinth?, Täsch
Of cool ranch and Mountain Dew cans, I’m actually proud of you, man
– Vu coole Ranch A Mountain Dew Dosen, ech si wierklech houfreg op dech Mann
This is place is— place is too amped like food stamps that’s out of my hands
– Dëst ass Eng Plaz wou D ‘ Plaz ze staark ass wéi Liewensmëttelmarken, dat ass net a Mengen Hänn
‘Cause I don’t hold food stamps any more, place is too amped
– Well ech hu Keng Liewensmëttelmarken méi, De Buttek ass ze voll
Shout to the stans
– Gejäiz no De Stan
Rest of y’all, eat a dick, you say nothin’, jumps out at you
– De Rescht vun iech, iesst E Schwanz, dir seet näischt, spréngt op iech
How ’bout if I jump out the speaker and beat the fuck out of you then?
– Wéi wier et wann ech aus Dem Lautsprecher sprangen an dech dann schloen?
