Bronze Nazareth - Armsling [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth]
Aiyo I rest within a German luger, regulation
In these polluted wastelands my rhymes is bronze, I stole the arms of masons
Your phantom [?] curve saber
I [?] go blaze my phallus elevating, shaft cables
Smoke [?] purple haze run shit like Jim and Desmond
[?] legs, [?] with black fangs
My bear against the Iroquois with tomahawk and hatchet culture
I bone a bitch until her pussy lips sag on her owner
Break out the metal sauna
Colt 45 horse shoe stiletto owner
Fertile flower hide the boys and petals coma
Aroma atomic, my microphone’s Islamic
‘Cause only five percent of the world would fuck with [?]
My sonnet massacre like the bubonic
Swing extremities on supersonic, [?] melodic
My syllables chill with wolves, sharpen horns and [?]
And burn more than point blank shots at the Sun’s core, nigga uh

[Verse 2]
Yo, ayo, sterling sharp, silver art dart, adventure
Life is like swingin’ knives at ice that’s why this mic just hit ya
A Kevlar scripture I swim in Kerosene rivers
Bleed metal anointin’ white flames and coral slivers
Veins made of cobblestone bitches I [?]
Chew on them bones that you [?] trackin’ fluids through my home
Cumulus cloud in my Dutch master, side handles I clutch faster
And hummingbirds placed flat with [?] on Cocaine patches
Water balloons, stomach [?], digest the fumes
I shoot the shit like bullets hit the cow’s intestinals
Burgundy fire water [?] straight to Gibraltar
Marchin’ to the heart of the revolver, and break your [?]
[?] and Mercury falls, I stuck the clergy on
A Catch 22 like Dwight Clark had Emmet’s jersey on
See me [?], illustrate the killing stroke
Keep my arm in a sling so the pen stay in control