Translation of the song lyrics Sug min - LOK

Sug min (original)

nu r jag trtt p allt skitsnack!
allt snack om vem som e strst
och vem som r bst vem som plockar hem flest brudar inatt
fr jag vet hur det ligger till,
jag vet att ni ligger still
jag kan plocka fram allt om om jag vill,
jag skall tnda min cigarr p din cigarill
och e det dags, s e det dags s,
det blir en praktig taktslakt inatt
vi e tillbaka i plen tvingar fan
svanen att ta tillbaks allt han har sagt
nu e det vran tur att sga vad vi tycker
eller bara spy galla ver allt och alla
och fylla ert rvhl med vrt hyckel
Men nu r det slut
Du, du tror att du r bttre n mig.
Sug min.
Nu kommer du ihg mig, kommer du ihg mig.
ingenting kan stoppa mig,
du mste dda mig med dina bara hnder
lgga mig i kista, grva ner mig,
pissa p den fr att slcka elden
fr jag brnner mig ur alla burar,
alla material och alla murar
tegel eller armerad betong
rappande fnar eller falsk sng
burar som e gamla, hrda, mjuka, skitna, vridna
eller burar — i blank platina
givakt!
st upp i din prakt,
nu e det dags att bli avrttad
fr tredje gngen, med tredje skottet
det blir tredje livet vi har ftt det
och det p vr tredje fest
nej, just det, p vr fjrde fest
Men nu r det slut
Du, du tror att du r bttre n mig.
Sug min.
Nu kommer du ihg mig, kommer du ihg mig.
varje gng jag ser dig, st och fna dig
vill jag g fram, puh!
och snka dig
med en trubbig gren av en
eller detta: denna lt av sten
_fr jag str ver er
och ler mer nr jag ser er hitta mina fel
_fr det e en hel del mer n vad ni ser
och vad ni ber om, B, nu e det vi som
chockar och partajar
som plockar bort handen nr ni ramlar
vi som bjuder p sprit fr att f er blinda
och sedan stta krokben nr ni famlar

Sug min (translation)

now i'm tired of all the bullshit!
all the talk about who's the boss
and who r bst who picks up the most chicks tonight
fr I know how it is,
I know you are lying still
i can pick up all about if i want,
I will light my cigar on your cigarillo
and e that time, s e that time s,
It's going to be a great battle tonight
we're back in the lawn forcing hell
the swan to take back everything he has said
now it's our turn to say what we think
or just spew bile at everything and everyone
and fill your room with our hypocrisy
But now it's over
You, you think you're better than me.
Suck mine.
Now you come to me, you come to me.
nothing can stop me
you must kill me with your bare hands
put me in a coffin, bury me,
piss on it to put out the fire
for I burn myself out of all cages,
all materials and all walls
brick or reinforced concrete
rapping fnar or fake singing
cages that are old, hard, soft, dirty, twisted
or cages — in shiny platinum
alert!
rise up in your splendor,
now it's time to be avenged
for the third time, with the third shot
it will be the third life we ​​have had it
and that on our third party
no, just that, on our fourth party
But now it's over
You, you think you're better than me.
Suck mine.
Now you come to me, you come to me.
every time i see you, i'm going to cry
I want to go, pooh!
and indulge yourself
with a blunt branch of a
or this: this lt of stone
_fr I str ver you
and smile more no I see you find my faults
_fr there is a lot more than what you see
and what you ask for, B, now we are
shocks and parties
that takes your hand away when you fall
we who offer liquor to make you blind
and then hook legs when you grope