Lyrics of Wife Beater - Mortal Kombat

Wife Beater (original)

Kada moja žena krene da mi sere
I po kući počne da se dere
Ja joj zviznem nogom par šamara
I onda ona prestane da smara
Posle se ja pitam kakvu pesmu pisati?
O nekoj lepoj ženi koja voli brisati;
Al' istina je druga, treba piće njoj da platim
Poklon da joj kupim i prestanem da mlatim
Zdravo druže sa Balkana, kako si mi ovih dana?
Da li i od tebe žena pravi redovno kretena?
Meni moja brani piti, Boga mi će svašta biti
Moraću joj uraditi kombo hit i fataliti!
Ko to glumi redovno kretena?
Odgovor znaš, moja žena!
Dosta mi je više nje i njene face gadne
Zabavna je samo kada se saplete i kad padne
Ova moja stalno plače, čak i kad je tučem jače
Nikako da shvati ona, oženio sam morona
To je sve zbog ženskog pola, za volanom sjebe kola
Uzima ti plate pola, dok od tebe pravi vola
Dosta mi je, shvati da odlazim od kuće
Al' ako se 'pak vratim skuvaj jelo vruće!
Čuvam pljosku moju staru baš za ove crne dane
Beži ženo, marš u kujnu, otiš'o sam do kafane
Al' naći ću ženu što će skakati od sreće
Kada briše, pere, pegla i decu našu čuva;
Jedino će tužna biti što kasnije neće
Da briše pere pegla, nego će da kuva!

(translation)

When my wife starts shitting me
And he starts yelling at the house
I slap her with my foot
And then she stopped bothering
Then I wonder what kind of song to write?
About some beautiful woman who likes to erase;
But the truth is different, I need to pay for her drink
A gift to buy her and stop beating
Hello friend from the Balkans, how are you these days?
Does a woman make you a regular jerk?
My brother forbids me to drink, God will give me everything
I'm going to have to make her a combo hit and fatalize her!
Who plays a regular jerk?
You know the answer, my wife!
I've had enough of her and her nasty face
It's only fun when you stumble and fall
This one of mine cries all the time, even when I beat her harder
No way she understood, I married a moron
It's all because of the female sex, behind the wheel fucks the car
He takes half your salary, while he makes you an ox
I've had enough, realize I'm leaving home
But if I come back, cook hot!
I keep a bottle of my old one just for these dark days
Run, woman, march to the kitchen, I went to the cafe
But I will find a woman who will jump for joy
When he wipes, washes, irons and protects our children;
She will only be sad that she will not be later
To wipe the iron, he will cook!