B-Ly & WillFake - Madmen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[ Verse 1 : Jarvis ]
I have a teacher
Her name is shitty
I wanna wreck it
She is greedy like a brodie
She often creampie
She is very freaky and a little crazy
Dammit! I hate it
She is antidisestablishmentarianism
Leader of Illuminati
Her head like a goblet
I wanna bet it for Pumpkinhead
I will be cracked, smashed, bashed, crashed
It until become maggot
You know? You are fuckin’ stinky, nasty, lazy motherfucker, bitch!
Come on, WillFake!

[ Verse 2 : WillFake ]
Gracias, Jarvis! (You’re welcome!)
Honestly your face like a jar full of fish
Calm down, man! I’m gonna start verse not like suckers
What you said? Her? Who’s her? A cooky pusher?
I got a plot for you, I’m tryin’ to adjust it for you
I wanna kick her with the sneaker
Make her eat a Snicker
Take her kid, just sicker
Bake her tit, I slit her a little, make her skin crispier than a cracker
Fake her with a teacher
Deck her out a trouser
Heck, her mouth a little bit of bulldozer
Make her meetle pedal to the metal
Check her house, a middle of road
A piece of cake, her bout a little bit bicker
Jack her, trouble attained a bigger
Make her knackered by the neck
Shiverin’ by the back, she very goes ballistic
Lack of cyber internet for her
Shake her head off, let her let up
Rack her brain, awake her
You’re bullyin’ us, you’re bull in shop at China
Jarvis, I’m done continuing yours, yank her chain off

[ Hook ]
We gotta, we gotta, gotta be madmen

[ Verse 3 : B-Ly ]
Ill-bred track, I come to hurt ‘cause I hate love and I love hate
Black out, gonna testify what’ll them rappers crap
My bitch’s friend’s takin’ a nap, lopin’ off a freestyle
Man, I pack a little bit three titles for ya to fucking tear tiles
So you send me a retirement letter
Smearin’ it with a Saccharomyces cereviceae
But sorry, slut, I’m a teetotaler
Swing you back nitroglycerin
Bill opened the Gates up, watchin’ pitbull drag a fried drake
‘Cause B-Ly motherfuckin’ has lied in his bed
But you fuckin’ act like fly in his head and drivin’ him crazy
They fuckin’ think I’m lazy, weak as fuck, dancin’ like daisy
Some of ‘em thought that I’m amazin’
Fuck them lame ducks, stinky male laity
Dislocate her shoulder blade, shout ‘em the fuck down
Make them quiet while I get this bitch got ashtma
Shock her with miasma, Jarvis, Will, I’m fucking fence-straddlin’
Kick her patella by the time doin’ yoga, motherfuckers sip vodka