Being a little bit bored, I decided to copy and paste the lyric's to Slipknot's Skeptic (which is a sort of eulogy to their late bassist Paul Gray) into one of those joke translator's that make you sound like a gangster. And boy, I could not have picked a better song.
Only when tha fates, Commiserate
Do we git a lil taste as unique
Da Libertine - Know what tha fuck I mean, biatch?
Hiroshima on a Sunday
Yo ass had a gift, you was a gift
But there’s always a goddamn catch
Blessin n' a cold-ass lil curse , Yo ass juiced it up work
Da Universe seems so much smaller
Legend, Bastards, Best playa,
Why?
Why do tha limits gotta realign?
Hero, Martyr, Mystery, Dogg
Dude was tha dopest of us
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep another wild-ass motherfucker like you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna know another playa as dunkadelic as you
Never be tha same, I want tha blame
To be assigned ta tha guiltiest one
It can't be done, cuz tha son
Was tha sucka they arrested
I be soopa-doopa fuckin pissed at all of this
Yo ass gotta know dat yo ass is sorely missed
Miraclez is real, They help you heal
They make you feel like thangs will git better
Father, brother, scapegoat,
Why?
Why did we only git dis time?
Fighter, icon, Skeptic, God
Quit takin tha dopest of us
I won't let you disappear
I'ma keep yo' ass kickin it if I can't have you here
History may have its share
Of lunatics n' stars
But tha ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep another wild-ass motherfucker like you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna know another playa as dunkadelic as you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep another wild-ass motherfucker like you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna know another playa as dunkadelic as you
Skeptic, skeptic, skeptic, skeptic, skeptic, skeptic
Where is I supposed ta begin?
I’m cappin' fo' tha karma again
Feed tha meta up in tha machine
Believin it’s tha way ta be seen
Gone, is we alone?
Gone, is we alone?
Gone, is we alone?
Gone, our asses aint alone
I can't let you disappear
I'ma keep yo' ass kickin it if I can't have you heal
Us thugs was meant ta be Mackdaddys
Rule tha masses, run tha risk
And keep our systems clean
History may have its share
Of lunatics n' stars
But tha ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep another wild-ass motherfucker like you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna know another playa as dunkadelic as you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep another wild-ass motherfucker like you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna know another playa as dunkadelic as you
Da ghetto aint NEVER gonna peep (will never see)
Another wild-ass motherfucker like you (like you)
Like you (like you)
Like you
Oh my fucking god, that chorus. I don't know how cool Paul was with the urban community, but this feels like the hood sendoff they would've given him.
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