Badministrator - The Grandmaster [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's the grandest grandmaster of lanes, smashing in brains
Gold overflows like capital gains
Irrational prey stand up get whacked in the face
You know I'm blowing out champs like classical games
Or candles on cakes, no birthdays after tonight
You're losing the fight, bruised getting blue in the eyes
The Meteos style meteoric rise, I'm so live
I C9 other champs on the rift and five about to die
No lie, blink and you'll miss a play
Ruin your year like a zit on picture day
I can see you bleed, I can feel you frustrate
Deny you XP like an Acrobat update
Damn straight, I'm fast out the gate no equal
You're Jar Jar from the prequels
Purple people eater Jax lethal in turf war
Your best day you're the coolest toy in the nerf store

Ready for Battle
You'll never take down Jax
Bring it on
You'll never take down Jax
Who's next?
You'll never take down Jax
You'll never take down Jax
You'll never take down Jax

Rift Casey Jones, got five for fighting
Scored a hat trick with a quick leap strike shorthanded
The grandmaster's might like granite
Knuckle up, knucklepuck, watch the bad champs panic
Dynamic dude dropping damage
Lamppost in hand jump and slam landing blows on the disadvantaged
Ashram planned it, the paradigm shift
Terrified kids taking paralyzing hits
God of the rift, purple Jesus pummel atheists
Grandmaster at arms you're fighting Dr Octavius
Force you out the XP radius
Nonstop slaying fits, foes fall in bunches like Brady kids
Jaximus, thumbs up or down
Either way you finish on the ground
I'm the pound for pound greatest, known all around so famous
Never seen my face cause nobody can face this

Duelist extroaordinaire, team always thankful
Handicapped to keep it fair when I tangle
Sword wielding chicks on a spree get mangled
I'm safest in your face Fi, pawns cap at angles
Lanes get strangled, every champ stressed
Plunge your own sword into your chest right through the vest
I know you're French cause you're fried and pressed
You might be bred for success but I can toast the best
I'm getting fed, I can see you got a stomach ache
Let Marie Antoinette eat cake
Hold up wait I meant drink pots, think happy thoughts
About next game when you might got a shot
But only if you ban me
I'm so hot that Brand can't stand me
Should of had a plan B, hope you learned your lesson
Imagine if I had a real weapon