BOY FROOT - CRUEL INTENTIONS [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1]
I GOT CRUEL INTENTIONS, DROOL SUSPENDIN'
FROM YA MOUTH, BITCH, I AM BACK WITH A VENGEANCE
AIN'T FROM THE SOUTH BUT I GOT SIMILAR CONVENTIONS
TALKIN' SHIT OUT YA MOUTH BUT YOU AIN'T SEEN MY HENCHMEN
MAXIN' OUT MY BANK ACCOUNT, UNLIMITED PENSION
GOT A LARGE AMOUNT OF BUD FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION
BUT IT WON'T SURMOUNT TO NOTHIN' IF YOU CATCH A SENTENCE
CHECK THE BODY COUNT, BUSTIN' CAPS AT MY SET BITCH
WAIT FOR ME TO POUND, I'M CRUSHIN' PUSSIES LIKE THEY OUT OF EXISTENCE
THE STATISTICS OF AN EGOTISTIC MANIAC WHOS GONE BALLISTIC
HE DON'T APPLY TO LAWS OF PHYSICS, YOU GONNA DIE BEFORE I FINISH
I'M THE TYPE OF GUY YOU CALL HORRIFIC
SUICIDAL MISFIT THAT REFUSES TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT
DON'T WANT EXCUSES, YOU A NUSANCE, I GOT RILLOS TO SPLIT
FEELIN' LUCID, DRUGS INDUCIN', GOT YO BITCH ON MY DICK
SHE ABUSIVE BUT THE PUSSY JUICY AND THAT ASS THICK

[VERSE 2]
CHECK ME ROLLIN' IN THE CUT
YOU SAY FROOT AND I SAY "WHAT?!"
CATCH ME SMOKIN' ON A BLUNT
I STAY HOT IN A COLD FRONT
DIP OUT THE SPOT AND I'M ON THE RUN
CUZ I SHOT A COP WITH MY FUCKING GUN
AND IF I'M CAUGHT YOU BET I'M DONE
BUT I'D RATHER NOT AND I JUST BEGUN
THAT'S FOOD FOR THOUGHT
GOD BLESS THE SUN
AND THE MOON AND ALL THEM OTHER PLANETS
CUZ I'M IN MY TOMB THAT'S MADE OF GRANITE
NOT COMIN' OUT SOON CUZ I TOOK A BUNCH OF XANAX
FEELING JUST LIKE A BALLOON
MADE OF PAINT THAT'S ON A CANVAS
STUCK IN A LAGOON I AIN'T THINK THAT I CAN MANAGE
ACTIN' ALL CONFUSED CUZ I'M AT A DISADVANTAGE
NOW I GOT THE BLUES CUZ MY BRAIN IS FUCKING DAMAGED
MADE IT ON THE NEWS FOR MY ACTIONS THAT WERE SAVAGE
HOPE YOU WERE AMUSED BY MY RIGHTS OF FUCKING PASSAGE
BUT THE BOMB WAS NOT DIFFUSED SO I KNOW YOU'LL LIKE THE PACKAGE
AND I'M SIPPIN' ON SOME BOOZE WHILE I'M PACKIN' UP MY BAGGAGE
AND I GO OUT ON A CRUISE, SHIT I LEFT MY FUCKING JACKET
TO MY ALL WHITE SUIT, SCREAMIN' OUT "BOB SAGET!!!"
WHILE I EAT MY FROOT LOOPS, HOW COULD THIS SHIT HAPPEN
TO A PLAYA NAMED FROOT, CHAIN SWANGIN', GUCCI BOOTS