Clayton Jokythur - Hard [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass
Hard bass

[Verse 1]
Go crazy!
Yeah, mazy
Labyrinth
Hard bass and hard synth
I just go crazy!
Nigga I have money
Yeah, fucking dummy
Accidental crash test
That's what I am, suck on breast
Of government programs
Snort more than 4 grams
That's my pen pal
Yeah, straight from Nepal
Big Foot do you hear me?
In the same tier, we
Are, yeah, enormous, that's right
No time to look for a good fight
On TV, channel UFC
Coco Chanel bitch look at me
Mechanical pencil
Yeah, animal pretzel
Please, serve me dessert
I would be very hurt
If I got homo as sapiens
Instead of being patient
Which I would
Bitch, only should
You do as I say
Come on, listen to Cla-Clay

[Hook (x2)]
Hard synth, bass, slide
Everything!

[Verse 2]
I see the waves on the sea
Waving back at me
I dive in it, what I see!?
A bunch of green algae
Yeah, roll 'em up, make some food
Sushi never felt so good
Mooshi never felt so good
Bitch, I'm crazy, feeling like wood
You know, brown and hard
Control your ugly thoughts fucking retards
Wood makes paper
Clayton too, fast like water boiling to vapor
Happy birthday I say
Just don't ever fall prey
To the fucking Ray Ban
No Armstrong, no bootlegs
No redneck, Rayman
Don't try and suck my boot, fag
Greek the fuck out
I'm a damn boy scout
Climbing trees and shit
Eating grass, pooping green flowers and shit
Man, I'm just so virile
My neurones just so neural
Go, come on, absolutely crazy!
And since they all doin' this rhyme, why not? Scorsese!

[Hook (x2)]
Hard synth, bass, slide
Everything!

[Verse 3]
This shit hard to get out of your mind
I mean, I'm so famous I'm all signed
I look at my watch, it tells me the time
Time for some scotch, yeah, that's really fine
Crank the volume all way up
Get yourself some coffee, Starbucks
I see colorful balls
I see four fucking walls
They trapping me, fuck it
Rose on my lapel, tuck it
Those girls on my label? Well
They don't have the talent to sell
But who cares when they hot as hell
Yeah, after I fuck 'em, if they yell
With pleasure than maybe they can stay
But don't expect benevolence from Cla-Clay
Four wheels, six wheels on my whip
Oh wait, thought I'd let you ride it?
No no, it is just I who ride you, chicks
Now excuse me while I hop on without you, hip
Let me write it all down
You nervous, sweating? I make y'all drown
So just let me and my fans
Ventilate the fucking vents
I know you like these rants
Let the water drip on you, and
BeyBlade let it rip, Dragoon
Just like a DVD, or better Blu-Ray
So man just show white flag of peace, you will never reach me!