Ei Kiinnosta - MC Mane

Nyt puran tunteeni taa on jo kytenyt kauan

Mun rinnassani nyt taa koysi kiristaa jo kaulaa

En pyyda teilta rauhaa vaan haluun lisaa tuskaa

Lisaa aijii heittaan, lisaa saada paahas kusta

Mutta selkaanpuukotusta en ma kaipaa yhtaan enempaa

Silla te kusipaat ette uskalla tulla eteenkaan

Eli jos on asiaa homo, niin sano suoraan

Niin saan perhosveitsellani kylkeen puukottaa sua huora

Ala suotta nuole persetta silla en piittaa vittuakaan

Vittunaamat ja kusipaat tasta vasta kipu alkaa

Jos te muistatte viel, ylaasteen kovanaamapellet

Te kusipaat oisin lyony kovaa takas ellen

Olis ollu pienempi ku te mut nyt ma siivet katkasen

Huhuilta etta kaiken aina muka koko ratkasee

Ehka sangyn puolel muttei todellakaan kehassa

Silla sa silman rapaykses oot saunan takan metassa

Kertsi:

Huutakaa vihatkaa ja purkakaa vihaa,

Tuska vaan kasvaa ja tulta vaan virtaa

Kuulkaa ja huutakaa jumalan pilkkaa

Huutakaa lisaa vaan taas kurapaskaa niskaan

Rakastan tuskaa en tarvi kipulaakkeita

Mun sielussani elaa niin vitusti kaarmeita

Ootte aikoja sitten jo tuhonnu mun sieluni

Mut nyt aivan liian ison palan jatit nieluuni

Joka pakko ulos on kakoa vaikka vakisin

Siks vasasin tan rapin etta kaikki teista nakisi

Kui paljon saan ma omaa iloo siita etta vihaatte

Kuinka silmanrapayksessa voi heilua viikate

Naurakaa biiseilleni aivan vitun sama

Ei mua kiinnosta, ei jaksa kiinnostaa saatana

Kokekaapa ite edes puolet mun elamasta

Niin ei yksikaan teista olis varmaa enaa tassa

Jotkut jaksaa haukkuu etta ma teen rappii turhaan

Rehellisinta itsekritiikkii ois itsemurha

Mut syljen mikkiin vaikka kuinka paljon kurapaskaa

Lisaa niskaan yritatte sylkee takasin ma vastaan

Kertsi

Yrittakaa ymmartaa te jotka meikaa vihaa

Etta teidan ansiosta tasta tulee viela kivaa

Tajuattekote ylipaatansakkaan yhtaan mitaan

Oke oon Mc Mane eika musta voi pitaa

Muuta kun vaan teinilutkat seka karvattomat fanit eli

Pakotatte turvautumaan raskaasempaan kaaliberiin

En kay salil eli en voi teita piesta

Kattokaa peiliin ja kelatkaa kes on miesta

Ees tulla sanoon suoraan et mun biisit on vaan paskaa

Oon pieni ressukka jolla ei oo edes tatskaa

Oon keltanokka verrattuna moneen kovaan amseehen

Mutta silti potkin kaikkii henkisesti perseelle

Ainaki teita jotka luulette tosissane

Saavanne respectii jos vaan dissaatte

Hymyilkaapa sitten kun ma oon vieny kissanne

Sydammellisesti R.I.P

Piis, Mane

Now my feelings for the bite have been simmering for a long time

My chest felt like it was already tightening its neck

I'm not asking you for peace, I want pain for Lisa

Lisaa aijii to be thrown, Lisaa to be pissed off

But I don't want a backstab any more

Because you bastards don't even dare to come forward

So if it's a gay thing, say it straight

That way I can stab you whore in the side with my butterfly knife

Stop licking your ass because I don't give a damn

When you fuck and piss, the pain starts

If you still remember, the hard face pellet from above

You bastards would be lyony if I didn't come back

I would have been smaller than you, but now I am cutting off my wings

Rumor has it that it's always the size that decides everything

Maybe on the side of the song, but definitely not in the body

In the blink of an eye, you're in the sauna fireplace

Kertsi:

Scream hate and vent hate,

The pain just grows and the fire just flows

Hear and shout the mockery of god

Shout out to Lisa, you're just a bitch again

I love pain, I don't need painkillers

There are so many fucking monsters living in my soul

You have already destroyed my soul a long time ago

But now you shoved a much too big piece down my throat

Everyone who has to go out has to come out even if it's stable

That's why I made this rap so that all of you would laugh

How much I get my own joy from you hating

How can you swing a scythe in a wink

Laugh at my songs all the same

I don't care, the devil doesn't care

I hope you experience even half of what I live

None of you were sure about that

Some can handle barking that I'm rapping for nothing

The most honest self-criticism would be suicide

But I spit into the mic no matter how much crap

Lisa's neck, you try to spit back at me

Kertsi

Try to understand you who hate us

That thanks to you, it will be even more fun

Tajuatekote to the same extent as the overcoat pile

Ok, I'm McMane, and I can't wear black

Other than teenage sluts and hairless fans, that is

You are forced to resort to a heavier caliber

En kay Salil means I can't beat you

Look in the mirror and rewind, it's a man

Before I come, I'll say directly that my songs are just shit

I'm a little rascal who doesn't even have a tattoo

I'm yellow-faced compared to many tough people

But I still mentally kicked everyone's ass

At least you who think seriously

You get respect if you just diss

Please smile when I have taken your cat away today

Sincerely R.I.P

Shit, Mane