Lyrics of Haters - Dante, Zaidbreak

Haters (original)

Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya no tengo que explicar
Tienes derecho a expresarte
Tan solo eres un lastre
Crí-Crí-Crí-Crí-Crítico sí-sí-sí-sínico
Pero intentas hacer sangre
Es normal que siempre venga alguien a criticarte
Yo creo que a estas alturas ya no tengo que explicar que
Una cosa es construir y destruir es otra aparte
Así que no destruyamos lo que otros llaman arte
Por parte, es cierto, tiens derecho a exprsarte
Pero el derecho acaba cuando intentas hacer sangre
Porque ya no eres crítico, tan solo eres un lastre
Un sínico, un idiota más provocando un desastre
Te explico, el chico al que ayer menospreciaste
Hoy estará jodido por la mierda que soltaste
Mañana ya se habrá rendido presa del desgaste
Pero tú estarás tranquilo porque pronto lo olvidaste
Dime qué coño tiene de gracioso lo que has hecho
Yo te lo digo, nada, pero tú sacando pecho
Basuras como tú nunca nos vais a poner techo
Y ahora ya llega mi aportación, te espera un buen provecho
Par-Par-Par-Par-Parto cuellos
Sie-Sie-Sie-Sie-Siempre dije que—
Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya me he pasado el juego
Si-Si-Sin venderme en un sello
Ya-Ya-Yaoh
No he—, no he—, no he dejado de ser yo
Siempre dije que no quiero ser como ellos
Si le echo dos cojones parto cuellos, eyoh
Ya me he ganado un puesto sin venderme en un sello
Y haciendo lo de siempre no he dejado de ser yo
Si haciendo el gilipollas ya me he pasado el juego
Imagínate el percal cuando me lo tome en serio
Que estoy hecho pa' esto ya no es ningún misterio
Si quieres lo demuestro, por supuesto, let’s go
Mira el derroche de flow que te saco
En cuanto me quedé un momentito callado
Soy una bomba que no ha detonado
Ya tengo a medio mundo acojonado
Cuando reviente yo ya os he avisado
No quieras estar sentado a mi lado
Porque lo haré con los ojos cerrados
Sin importarme a quién le haya tocado
Es lo jodido de andar molestando y ​haciendo de menos a quién no debías
Tratando de hundir a la gente que sude y que sangra currando cada puto día
Dejándose el alma para que le venga un idiota con sus tonterías
Cuando te partan la cara no digas que no lo merecías
Lo he—, lo he—, lo he—, lo he—, lo he entendido
Sois consentidos
Na-Na-Na-Nada con sentido
Estáis resentidos
Después de tanto tiempo yo ya lo he entendido
No debo hacerle caso a un tonto consentido
Que es incapaz de hablarte nada con sentido
Y solo ha demostrado que está resentido
Pobre, «¿por qué?», porque no lo has conseguido
Por eso vas pisando cuando no es debido
No es más sencillo dejar a cada uno con su camino
Y no estorbar con tu opinión, nadie te la ha pedido
Toda la vida jodiendo, pero
Ya he decidido hacer lo que quiero
Por eso ya no me siento un cero
Y cada vez que me critican, bueno
Pienso en lo mío y lo que hacen ellos
Luego me río y empieza el juego
¿Qué te pensabas?
¿Que el perro no muerde si en vez de rascarle le tocas los huevos?
Todo fueron risas, insultitos y tal
Hasta que se cerró la puerta y visteis que algo había mal
Ahora nadie en esta sala planta cara a papá
Porque os vais para la cama, pero os vais sin cenar

(translation)

Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya-Ya I don't have to explain
You have the right to express yourself
you're just a drag
Cri-Cri-Cri-Cri-Critical yes-yes-yes-synic
But you try to draw blood
It is normal that someone always comes to criticize you
I think that at this point I no longer have to explain that
Building is one thing and destroying is quite another
So let's not destroy what others call art
On the other hand, it is true, you have the right to express yourself
But the law ends when you try to draw blood
Because you are no longer critical, you are just a drag
A sinic, one more idiot causing a disaster
I'll explain, the boy you underestimated yesterday
Today he will be fucked by the shit you dropped
Tomorrow it will have given up prey to wear
But you will be calm because soon you forgot
Tell me what the hell is funny about what you've done
I tell you, nothing, but you sticking out your chest
Garbage like you are never going to put a roof on us
And now my contribution arrives, a good profit awaits you
Pair-Pair-Pair-Pair-Birthing necks
Sie-Sie-Sie-Sie-I always said that—
Ya-Ya-Ya-I already beat the game
Yeah-Yeah-No sell me on a stamp
Ya-Ya-Yaoh
I haven't—, I haven't—, I haven't stopped being me
I always said I don't want to be like them
If I throw two balls at him, I'll give birth to necks, eyoh
I've already earned a position without selling myself on a label
And doing what I always have not stopped being me
If doing the asshole I have already beaten the game
Imagine the percale when I take it seriously
That I'm made for this is no longer a mystery
If you want I'll show it, of course, let's go
Look at the waste of flow that I get from you
As soon as I was silent for a moment
I am a bomb that has not detonated
I already have half the world scared
When it bursts I have already warned you
Don't want to be sitting next to me
Cause I'll do it with my eyes closed
Without caring who has touched
It's the fucked up thing about bothering and making less of who you shouldn't
Trying to sink the people who sweat and bleed working every fucking day
Leaving his soul for an idiot to come with his nonsense
When they break your face, don't say you didn't deserve it
I have—, I have—, I have—, I have—, I have understood
you are spoiled
Na-Na-Na-Nothing with meaning
you are resentful
After so much time I have already understood
I must not listen to a spoiled fool
That he is incapable of speaking anything meaningful to you
And he has only shown that he is resentful
Poor, "why?", because you haven't got it
That's why you're stepping when it's not due
It is not easier to leave each one with their way
And don't get in the way with your opinion, no one has asked you for it
All life fucking, but
I have already decided to do what I want
That's why I no longer feel like a zero
And every time they criticize me, well
I think about mine and what they do
Then I laugh and the game begins
What did you think?
That the dog does not bite if instead of scratching him you touch his balls?
It was all laughter, insults and such
Until the door closed and you saw that something was wrong
Now no one in this room stands up to dad
Because you go to bed, but you leave without dinner