ConceptHipHop - Pimp Game [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Concept - Pimp Game
ON DRUGS: The EP

[Verse 1]
No wonder bitches passed you up/
Pass the blunt, and watch me kick it; give this runt a punt/
Listen bitch! I'm a real man, and now she pray to walk/
Spit so hot, leave this bastard plastered in Tobasco sauce/

That's what's up. My dick's erected wreck ya rectum up/
And I ain't fucking scared to tell a trick that she's a fucking slut/
Wait that was way back in my basement when I taped her up/
Hey anyways my point is that I fucked... and you did not/

I'm at the party but you stay at home and play ya cards/
Your booth is in your basement? I be Jason, get your face cut off/
Ya got a couple thousand pitty views? I call it soft/
Breakup rap? Pillow rap I call you 'cuz you ain't go hard/

I'm the bully in high school that be taking off/
With ya lunch money, homework, and the baddest broads/
So fingers up and toothpick, you can sing along/

[Hook]
I ain't got no... Pimp Game!/
My name's **disk scratches**/
"I never got laid, it's cool I like to fap"/
So I came to the base, no game, broke lyrics: Taylor Swifting/
(Because)
X2

[Verse 2]
Ya lunch money's my drug money homie it's do or die/
Me I'm like some hot wings: test me it be suicide/
Tell me, how will bitches ever think you're fly or want a ride/
When all your fucking music's like "My girlfriend fucked another guy!"/

What's worse is that if I were you, I'd lose it and I'd kill a ho/
I'd catch a cheating bitch up in the act and, fuck, I'd kill em both/
Grab my phone and snap a pic; expand the stash that's back at home/
Before I wrote another corny I'm-a-loser breakup song/

You're thinking: "Concept, if only I was shitting with him,/
But he ain't feeling me, nah, he ain't feeling children"/
Listen I'm the creme-de-la-creme of all lyricism/
And take my punchlines as constructive criticism/

Take me on a run; never get me past a walk/
I be running out of breath, so y'all can sing along/
I hope you had a blast at the Boston Marathon/

[Hook]
I ain't got no... Pimp Game!/
My name's **disk scratches**/
"I never got laid, it's cool I like to fap"/
So I came to the base, no game, broke lyrics: Taylor Swifting/
(Because)
X2

[Verse 3]
Congratulations y'all! We got a Taylor Swift of hip hop/
Shit, I'm killing all the time; shooting up ya wrist watch/
Get hot like herpes burning; toasty warm in this crotch/
Give hoes the AIDS virus with the tracks that I drop/

Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce! It's an overload/
I fucked the bitch and gave her too much dick and now she's comatose/
Sounding like a pussy and ya throat just caught a gorgeous load/
Cuz I ain't gotta sit back and hear a mothafucka' croak/

Fuck y'all! I'm raw, obnoxious, and gritty/
A razor-sharp fist ripping out the Heart of The City/
I'm burning parliament to the ground with the fucks that I'm giving/
And tell North Korea "Fuck! All your missiles are missing!"/

Man I'm bored. Come destroy something with me/
*snort* now I'm feeling like Britney/
Balls deep buzzing, OG tree hugging/
I've been pissed so long, a mothafucka' pee buckets/

[Hook]
I ain't got no... Pimp Game!/
My name's **disk scratches**/
"I never got laid, it's cool I like to fap"/
So I came to the base, no game, broke lyrics: Taylor Swifting/
(Because)
X2