[Translation of "triggerman"]
[Chorus]
What is it? Have you been brought to your senses yet?
What is it? You're not sad anymore? (at all) Not sad? (at all)
What is it – pretending to be a performer?
What is it – (what is it, piling everything on yourself) still to love?
[Verse]
I'm a performer of works in iron sights
You name on a paper shred, whack
Deviations are fraught with the highest measure, whack
I smoke a joint and if so, we're with all the sediment
I'll deal with all this, with all the sediment, whack
Cold like ice, that froze, apparatus
Here's me and my buddie (here's me and my buddie)
We're not at odds with these sluts
We're not at odds with these sluts
Put them under fear then and putting them under fear now
Your achievements are being watched by some fag with agitations
A great one will survive in quicksand
A retard will be dead in granite, I'm sorry, what? (what?)
[Chorus]
What is it? Have you been brought to your senses yet? (senses yet?)
What is it? (what is it?) You're not sad anymore? (at all) Not sad? (at all)
(What?) What is it – pretending to be a performer?
What is it – (what is it, piling everything on yourself) still to love?