Kid Yugi – Berserker (English Translation) Lyrics
(Intro)
(Gyeah)
(Verse)
When I smoke opium, I get sleepy, I take a power nap.
Inside the game I am with the sharks, we are Def Jam.
Four jerks a day with p**n, I turn back into a nerd.
I do not feel my d**k like Ken for the whole weekend.
A quarter is really enough and I go into REM phase.
I am sorry, but the technician cries when I am in rec.
If death waits for me at night, I dance with Giselle.
I terrorize from west to east like Chen’s scream.
If it goes bad, I hang myself, I do not start again from three.
I come back like a zombie and then maybe I start from you.
Born miserable, but now I overwin like a king.
The voice of the slums, Fabrizio De André.
When I drink too much, then I become a monster, the new Ben 10.
By now I think it is clear that Massafra is not Bel Air.
These snitches want to do me like Belén.
The world sucks, drugs sell more than a bestseller.
Idiot, I am True Religion, I am not H&M.
I want a powerful woman like Angela Merkel.
If I have a problem with someone, I call Uncle Fester.
My pain is not fake, I do not do the wrestler.
I vent with food, more donuts than Winchester.
I have seen more brown than a heroin addict in Mestre.
We play with our hands, we are like beasts.
You talk about my rap, the question is: “In what role?”
My back is covered from Tricase to Vieste.
Lie, much more: from Syracuse to Trieste.
People do not replay, at most they get offended.
I only think about killing myself, bar the windows.
I get horny thinking about females like when I was twelve.
Antiepileptics taken without prescriptions.
I have written a thousand tracks and I will tell you honestly
That I do not consider even half of them decent.
I am filled with anger, I am in Berserkr mode.
Luck kisses me only if it gives me herpes.
Rappers get hyped when they see a Kalashnikov.
Come down to the south and there is one in every building.
This is the proof that there is no competition.
That I burn the opposition, Yung 3P Inquisition.
They took my brother after a search—
He has only two hands, but he went around with three guns.
Passion becomes work, work becomes obsession.
And it is not just a performance, I feel a strong oppression.
A warrior dies and that is it, he does not enjoy retirement.
Swords cross, all the tension explodes.
And heroes die.
