Don't Flop - Rikky Riley vs Shuffle-T (Round Three) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Shuffle-T]
Now though your bars are lacking miserably
You make up for that with your heart attack delivery
What are you laughing at? Seriously, just calm it down - you're killing me
Nah far from that, I'm kidding see
You've got Mars Attack delivery
Starter pack delivery
Seen you swagging like Neil Buchanon, you've got Art Attack delivery
'Cos your rhythm is fucked, he kind of goes for the quick bits
And slows really quickly like your flow is encrypted
And I thought he'd call me posh, but you're middle-class Scouse, didn't know they existed
And most of his limericks just don't make sense
That just shows you were sniffing hits of cocaine gets
And although you envision him a home-made vet
In my home we consider him as Oshea's pet
See this is devastation, if I win this it's expected, I'll have a drink and never say shit
If he wins this, he'll probably fucking sniff his medication
Thank all his co-writers for their skill and dedication
Grab hold of Oshea's dick in celebration
And put it up himself like a Christmas decoration
Now I know what you're thinking, 'Why is The Undertaker beefing?'
But if you think Shuffle's faking, suffocation, fucking take his breathing
I'm Southern mate, believe it
You're North, let's take that to some other region
What's a Summer's day in Giza to a Hurrican Katrina
See my knuckles break his teeth like an unbuckled baby seat
Without the fucking safety features I will break his face to pieces
'Cos this prick is pretty picky
See I had to visit Rikky's city to battle a war
But of all the cities I was actually glad it was yours
'Cos now at least when I beat you down to the floor
You can use the round of applause from the crowd of support
I'll win this throwdown regardless of hometown advantage
So let's address the rest of his character flaws
Like that dangling jaw
From the cocaine and all of the crap that you snort
Fucking drags to the floor like an anchor that's dragging you back to the shore
When you travel abroad, that is deformed
And all of that coke's got him living a lie like his religion is Scientology
'Cos he's big when he's high but when he's missing the white it's like they hit him with nine lobotomies
See he's in a disguise, he's really different inside, you know he's timid and quiet, honestly
So sniffing the white exposes the clit that you hid, see you're witnessing gynecology
So if I signal it's time and the decision is mine, well then that's simple that's fine, it's honesty
But deliberately lying, go and give it to [?], you'll be listening to my apology
If you're thinking this guy is really winning tonight, then this is a silent robbery
That's a victim-less crime until I'm killing this guy, for stealing from private property
Time

[Rikky Riley]
Alright, you're talking about hometown advantage, well let's sort that out right now mate
Everybody, I think Manchester's a wonderful place
Now, if David Duchovny got a baby with Rodney Trotter by combining their genes through some third party surrogate
If that baby was brought up to be smug it'd probably grow up to be exactly the same as Shufflet
Oh man, what about your fucking bird man, she is fucking disgusting
She is such a hipster slag, when she goes on cam with fifty lads she insists they tint the jizz on Instagram
I will roll your back up tight like a fucking amonyte
You've probably never even had a fight, have you you bag of shite?
Well nor have I, so what you fucking Thatcherite
Have you ever fucking ran a night? Put all sorts of tracks online?
Formed your own battle style that's not just jacking mine?
See, how can you have good comic delivery but when your whole persona is just a massive lie
Everyone knows that I've been that eccentric guy on Don't Flop since when it was on in Black and White
I've been smashing mics at battle nights in so far back in time
That I've actually had to battle knights
Here's an example of what that was like
Thou art a blaggard, sir
Thou art a blaggard, sir
Thy varicose visage is the most irksome in all of Chichester village
Thy missed the scripts from britches to stitchless in literally minutes
Lugubrious labia line the length of thy trachea
And yet, between my armoury and thine ancestry, I cannot discern the rapier
And your companions doth churlishly swagger
But we all know Marlo met his end at the tip of a dagger
So I would there were a plague upon both your houses
And should thou escape from this home of scousers
Then take up arms againsteth me
As thou mother takes an arm up her wretched seam
As thou father presents his arse to thee
And begs thou commenceth archery
So welcome, to this Liver Port
As thou bird invites all to ride her form
And if you are unhappy then strike me for I fear no man
And that, you thieving bastard is how you go HAM