Dicecapo - Out Of Control [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Im spitting from the dome
Balling, lamar odom
Told me spit some bars, 
This shit turning to fuck being sober
Turn into hardcore porn into these kamakaze bars
Turn around, flex your hoe, its over
Fuck the speeding, ride like fucking range rover
Feeling like its the cypher
Headshot in the game, clean my rifle
It ain't about you if it means money dont excite you
Blood on my shoes, not piru, let that shit burn
Light the gas up, mice chewing on that bomb suicide
You decide if you fucking around and niggas get at you
2 face niggas, part time thugs, drug money, no one taking a slug for you
It feeling like ritiual spitting, addicted, i got bitten
Niggas starting bars code like this puzzle is missing
My heart turn cold, everybody bumpy, they shivering
Im turning into some crazy motherfucker, fuck medicine
Fuck anything in my way, pour up the hennessy
And im riding on my enemies, feeling im double,0, seven
New york,mont heaven, shoutout to harlem
Knocking niggas out straight from the dome like martin
Marking my words as you should do, you die, i dont miss you
Suspenful, niggas mention my name but fuck these lames
The media tryna fuck us into this shit, i just wanna pick up the shovel
Shove them in the dirt, i kick ass you niggas Mc Lovin
Got your bitch open up her legs like a M, fucking up MCs
She screaming im loving it
Shoutout to my team, racking up deuce on deuces
Slipping on that banana clip, putting up IVs we not playing games
Im speaking the truth, you talking about D.R Seuss
Finger on the dresser, these bitches all on me
They Grimey eating my stick like baloney
She see it like HD , no sony
Niggas out my way feeling like im sonic
Nahh fuck that im feeling ironic
Niggas around me getting phony
This cake in my way, not trying end up bony
Im whipping this work, im talking money only
If you ain't speaking, nigga you dont know me
They riding me hard, fuck princess ponies
Homies in the dirt, hustle calling me first
Feeling like the devil on my shirt
I been through it all, can't experience the worst
Murdering in the trap, fuck the nurse
You scared of money, go to church
Belaire level, these niggas big burst
I murk for this grind, trying to eat first
Flipping digits, i guess its worth shove em in the dirt
Its big homie, pull up your fucking skirt
Get yo ass singing like Kirk
No disrespect, i intercept this shit
Tripping off them angels, some shit you regret 
Like how it affect you and ya moms looking like llamas
I seen my homeboy die in cold blood, bomb this beat like Osama
Reason to get you niggas shook, fuck the hook
Crack skeleton, boil your thoughts like soup
Because dice not shooked getting you cooked
No such thing as halfway crooks