Battler - Bottom Of The Barrel [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: I’ve always started out as weird kid
There are some things I did that made go on the grid
Don’t get me wrong I do like a good roasting
But save your ammunition before you start boasting

About what I do and who I really am
I’m getting blood red like Yosemite Sam
Don’t piss me off like your Bugs Bunny
Your actions against me are not even that funny

But hey we all like to take the piss off each other;
Especially the time that Aspie fucked your mother
But when I start spitting you better duck for cover
Especially if you’re a standalone same sex lover

A shy person like me shouldn’t say shit
If you lived my life would you continue or quit
With the mask off people see me as a weakling
You keep hearing it while your soul keeps on bleeding

Chorus: Bottom of the barrel
You’re the scraps on that gravel
Bottom the of barrel
Is life too hard to handle

Bottom of the barrel
Hearing your bones start to rattle;
You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2)

Verse 2: I just want a meteor to hit us like two Sumo’s wrestling
Still wonder why I’m here when God is still testing
Hearing the bad goes in the world is deafening
Some people enjoy their life while others think it’s depressing

I see children in Africa on the television
Feed the poor not the war is that a hard decision
Why do they need our money for free water
I would adopt many to save them from the slaughter

Time to time I like to sit back and cry
Is life worth living when all your loved ones die
I’ve been to more funerals than weddings
Let’s face it there is no fountain of youth we’ll all have the same endings

Still I question how the fuck did I get here
I guess it’s all luck when we go do we disappear
Or will God be there waiting for me
Will I be sent to hell forever sucking on the Devil’s BBC

Chorus: Bottom of the barrel
You’re the scraps on that gravel
Bottom the of barrel
Is life too hard to handle

Bottom of the barrel
Hearing your bones start to rattle;
You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2)

Verse 3: People still ask me why the name Battler
The name says itself but I’m just a rapper
Why don’t you take off the mask give us a reveal;
I’ll say that I wear this mask for more than my appeal

Once I take it off then closest will know me
And through that I’ve done in music they’ll think I’m a phony
Trust me homey the rap game is no joke
If you do the wrong thing then you will be shot up or go broke

I went in this industry for a reason
I never went in to do shady shit or any treason
I still feel like my veins are still poisoned
I still want to make every emcee moist and

I want them to think that I’m not here to fuck around
I ain’t talking about clothes, jewellery or seizing the crown
I want to grow past my time having ASD
I’m a tell them like Cube you can’t fuck with me

But I won’t be out here stomping;
Best believe that there will be fuck you’s dropping
I’m saying it to everyone that’s fucking breathes
If you’re locked up with me then nobody leaves

They say the first in is the best served
If you’re my enemy then you’re going to get what you deserve
I’ve already had enough of these fucking bullies
If you want me then come and get this cookie

I’m more than ready to destroy these pussies
But odds are stacked against thanks to the bookies
If you’re in the ring don’t dog it like Mayweather
You can’t beat me if you haven’t got your shit together

I’m just living life for no fucks and a whatever
I’m not hear for the news line header
You better leave me alone when I squirm and squeal
Don’t ask me if I’m ok you don’t know how I feel

Chorus: Bottom of the barrel
You’re the scraps on that gravel
Bottom the of barrel
Is life too hard to handle

Bottom of the barrel
Hearing your bones start to rattle;
You’re looking up at something that you can’t tackle. (x2)