Don't Flop - Conceited vs Cruger (Round Two) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Cruger]
Your not the king of punchlines, your the king of bad puns
Your jeans are to skinny to fit a handgun
He'd be to scared of the noise it makes even if he had one, forget a gun
Its like Temple Run, one flick of a finger would make this little man jump
So you met Fox through text battling, how gay are you both
They bonding through a common interest of making up jokes about ways they'll shout people when they blatantly don't that's an online relationship as fake as Charons
So your crews a bunch of fakers who met on a website, why does no one clown them
If that was now Catfish could of done a episode about them
But theres no one like there the best and so astounding, called to S.O.N.S cos they act like the earth revolves around them
But if you ask me your writing is sloppy a crew that came from the internet that ain't the right clique to copy
Your wear polo cos your the size of a jockey this the mid section of your tour so that's why you get bodied
Talking 'bout the guns that you bust like your bad guys but that's something that the S.O.N.S haven't touched like tan lines
Thats why they don't even get their facts right, they be talking bout AK-46s and mac-9s
You say your getting bitches but the way you act might tell us you just go out with boys like a stag night
I don't know why you rap like you do, you wear leather vest and have spiky shoes
So don't talk about guns you ain't that type of dude, act right your swags like the black guy from Blue
It looks like your trynna go for the gay image, you should come out the closet and your clothing should stay in it
When you buy your hoodie you ain't suppose to cut off each sleeve, leather outfits is where he blows his money weekly, who the fuck wears that shit, no one does believe me, you be dressing fruity like a coconut bikini

[Conceited]
Now listen, what bitch in the right mind would ever give him drawers
Last night Charlie Clips fucked his bitch raw then DNA came through and made that chick fall
She know im next to slide in like a sim card, cos this S.O.N's next to be in your queens spot, Prince Charles
I put her on her knees baby get her lick on, Cru you better tape that stupid bitch
Cos as soon as we crawl she got nailed that's something that Cru should fix
But instead he stay chasing the cat like pepe le pew, while i keep putting her in more positions that look like wrestling moves
She lies to him like, "no Cruger lets just stay freinds and be cool"
But i should know that just kicking it is something that Freddy 'il do
That dezzy 'il shoot and like Pilate leave your body stretched, for thinking you the wildest you can get alot of techs
Ill start snapping like paparazzi i hope you got a vest, id I look at you and see that you gotta refresh
Then you can get capped and jacked like Johnny Depp
Pull out that shotty next and pop the thing, ill let it light up and ring like a slot machine
AKs, ARs, constant beams my whole arsenal 'il start kicking like your soccer team
Yes i said soccer and its not football
Its soccer not football, now wait a minute i know he's thinking, his super power rebuttal sense he has is tingling
He's like, "I better at rap son, ill sever this wack bum, you talk about our soccer teams your just jealous New York doesn't have one"
I ain't jealous of that one
Now correction, this is what it'd look like if Justin Beiber was a tweaker, on a bunch of reefer and some dimes of the crack
You look so much like Ellen DeGeneres, that the truth is there's no punchline for that
So if he ever say he'll spray, grip chromes and get it in and lift bones, this must be Bedrock, the only thing Fred pop is pebbles and flint stones
So im see him, run up on him let them shells speak and start shooting at Cruger like we on Elm Street