Da Phat Controlla - DPC [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I ain't Eminem or El-P, bitch I'm DPC
Ain't PC, you see? At my PC writing a prophecy
And my offer be - get the fuck offa me
Get up off my case, get the fuck outta my face, uh
Here to disprove your misconception, preconception
I'm the exception, so fuck critical reception
Gotta ask - who the fuck rigged our election?
Think I know - tell Rupe Murdoch, suck my cock
I ain't political, just an upset individual
With the residual bitterness, A'straya's in the shitter, it's
A fuckin' shame, need somebody to save the game
This be the genesis
I be into this, you feelin' this?
Imma get this started, yo stay bein' retarded
Stayin' silent like you the one who farted
Got no respect here for the dear departed
Your funeral be my urinal and I'm pissin' on your mural
Call me purile but in the meanwhile
I spit these words with bile, ain't in denial crossin' the nile
Even though I don't look it Imma close the book
Before anyone get a look, yo history shall be a mystery
Peein' on a tree, markin' territory you know it's me
You see tags on the walls, fags all over your balls
I'm slowly goin' crazy like teenagers havin' babies
Got these weird cravings, mad like stark ravin'
The path we be pavin', says in China it was made in
Once got annihilated, pupils dilated
Since then it's never faded, I hated and I made it
My passion, girl's gash on my tongue
I'm young, gonna fill each lung with air then
It comes out there, these beats be my fanfare
Do you fuckin dare? Fakers can't compare
Gold like this be rare but I don't even care
Talk all the shit you want Imma light a blunt
Keep on fuckin' talkin after you walk in
You won't walk again, I guess that shall depend
On luck? Nah, don't give a fuck
Imma suck a titty then write down another ditty
And it's a pity you ain't in the city
Would've taught ya a lesson, no blessin'
You test me, blast ya like Charleton Heston
I'm the best in the game, you other rappers lame
Keep chasing ya fame, 15 minutes to your name
Yo shit tame, I'm wild, I'm chill, I'm chilli, I'm chillin'
Yo mild, I'll kill, I'm killin', I'm killin' this shit
Just a bit of my wit while I'm lit I spit
Throw ya ass in a pit; your end, this is
The genesis and I be into this motherfucker

[Verse 2]
On that beat like fetishists be on feet
You think that's fuckin' sick
But you know this kinda neat
Suckle on dem teats like Imma mumma boy
But you suck on those dicks like you a faggot boy
She be gaggin', later she be naggin'
Like she on the rag and
I tell her pack her bags and get the fuck out
I'm all about that chill shit, bit of that trill shit
Yo voice like a drill, shit - déjà vu, that ain't new
But I'm one of the few that's out to change the game here
All the rap here sounds the same, bitches be plain
I ain't playin', they rap about weed and bein' a hard cunt
Well now I'm on the hunt, tell me why you should live
Imma kill ya career, it's me you oughta fear
You lookin' out ya rear
Window, but I'm already in though, I'm in the backseat
'Bout to make sure you can't compete
Imma defeat and delete yo ass and Imma do it so fast
Faster than a cheetah, faster than you say
"Hey that was cliche!" I appeal to the niche
Tell them bitches that these leeches had their day