DOGGOD - Vile Lines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm a maniac and a bohemian
This a bullet straight through your cranium
I'm way out of line creating a gap
In the space time continuum
Usually I have a plan in mind before i continue
But this time around i don't know what i'll do if revenue dont come soon
And off this rap shit im hoping that a fat sum will bloom
Proud to say that i spark in the light i've been
Fighting since i was wrapped in my mothers womb
I'm a spartan seeking glory or at least the world at my thumb
Go rigor mortis fore i modulate morbid spores through your forehead
Forging my heart into a gorely
Offering and i've having insolent thoughts more often
He's sick as fuck the kid needing a coffin
A super villain my nemesis society
I'm a marvelous maverick i'm your favorite deity
The aboriginal god never did bring you anxiety
But i'm bringing you more than variety
This the same flow that corrupted the hierarchy
Broke as fuck but i'm still spitting fire
Propelled by bare feet and and old tire
And the goal that in a couple years
Ill be worth more than a gold spire
My knuckles hold the key if this is worthwhile
Cold officials is telling me im im the most vile
I should quit
I know my rights
I know my wrongs
My pride my goals
I fight i fall
My soul is torn
My word is gold
This world is cold
Im preaching scrolls
Im preping for this war
I'm reaching for my sword
And Shredding motherfuckers till they RIP
I say Searching deep inside me for a script
I'm Changing opponent by the second hoping
A door open and instead of finding an agnostic broke host
Or and old ghost i find a ninja that's equipped
You're aiming for my corpse while i'm aiming right to your clip
Channeling energy to your inner core
Having intercourse with your insides till you enter my realm of course
A sinister menace changing its course from being
A humanoid fiend to being a god
[hook]
You're just a pathetic pathogen crossing my path
I'd rather pass to your offer than open my trap and axe why
You prefer a slow oxygen torture when i opt you the option of
Chopping your head off with an ax
Im the chemical accident that happens to be acensiding into an
Intellectual iconic asset with access to summon karma
Its ironic that i'm raw as fuck when my lips are covered in magma
Im a real ass MC but im still abtract
Im the omnipotent celestial being traveling galaxies
Im a walking talking dizaster
My dream is to annex the world with a cannon
Shooting thunderbolts with enough voltage that's kind of
Uncanny enough to disrupt the spirit world
I give a fuck about the cost
I'm a newborn baby on menopause
I'm cold i'm hot i was born lost
But smart and
Spitting supernatural
Receding away from transit
Speeding creating collateral damage and shit
Your still in your pajamas when my childhood is vanishing
You know you losing when you bring lucifer in
I'm a translucent pupil i see right through that crucifix
Your low self esteem is proved when you drinking that 2 percent
I resent people bragging they wealthy when they're pushing cents
Lately i've been losing sleep looking over the moon
You can say i'm a lunatic


[Hook]
Its the messiah here to re pioneer rap science
I'm a meson a pion a product of electrons and ions
A mess of an exon and science
And i've been OD'ing on silence
I rule the earth and the skies
A scavenger seeking the prize
Im sweet and sour here to devour the audience
Im compiling resilience recycling thought and a conscience
Constantly told im a novice so im trying to make it thrilling
Just killing an artist and frying his brain on a skillet
Peeling rhymes off the dome you know i stay in the kitchen
And im going into this shit
With shaking hands and crippled legs
I ain't doing no triple X
Cocaine oxy or Ex
I ain't auctioning lyrical texts
Im just here rallying up Hypocritical insects
My power is enough to instantly annihilate a whole race of aliens
Rapping by instinct Ender my allias
Your gender is meaningless
I'm renderings my skills till they're robust and tender enough to make you
Throw up or go nuts or blow up or break up your romance
Im not interested in sexual interests
Ya'll bitches are clitoris
Ya'll bitches too sensitive
This the word straight from the intergalactic executive
You should forfeit before my warship come through
What'll you do if the scape exit is ruptured
Im facing the front yet i'm looking right at ya
Or rather rear ending your fracture
And im going coup d'etat
This is a cul-de-sac
Cold enough to recuperate rap
You'll see me rapping until your favorites are sitting in a pool of blood
I'm gonna give you clues to recuse from misuse of art
Cause these rappers and third parties
White old man and so called artists
Just make me wanna sit on a cloud in they sky
And shit on your garbage
Fuck a disguise i'm showing my face to the public
I rebound bullets then check his autopsy
Dont press the panic button yet just don't forget
Who i am
Im doggod bitch