Dratchface - Beating Around the Bush [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Harold McSloth]
Go ahead and picture this, because you know it's the shit
I'll spit this mental arithmetic until I'm quick to flip
Me and Dratch are seeing past the bullshit
Way too ambitious to ever dull it down
Finna paint the town red so they'll never say "Who?" like Pete Townshend
Slothface, got [?]baked[?], straight to ya muthafuckin' face
So fuck the sheep, rush to the Jeep for a shootout
Just like 2Pac and Biggie, it's gonna be bru-tal
And to the comparison, lame, any competition is straight embarrassing, mane
This beat right here, provided by Mr. Harrison Mains
Or Mr. Dratch, who's quick to snatch your fanbase and make em some damn slaves
Injured, but fuck a band-aid
Me, Sting, and Phil Collins are doin' our damn thang

[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Yo, Slothface fo' rizzle
Up in the house, so all you sucka MC's quit beating around the bush, y'all
It's Dratchface again
The one who makes MC's walk away like U. K. Le Guine
A great, smart rhymer, the quasar rider
Bound to make art that's straight sci-fi like H. R. Giger
I learn instruments like an Asian kid's momma and poppa made him did
Lyrics laden with hatin' id
A personality based around a shrug, on you like the hounds of love
I'm bound to shove Kendrick out my way and take my place on the rap throne
Apt to blow so I can cop more homes than Basil Rathbone
So white and smooth, I make rappers take off like they're intolerant of lactose
(You'd think they're jerkin' you when they talk about slappin' ho's)
Cuz it's a euphemism for shootin jizzum
I divide crews like light shining through a prism
On some Dark Side shit, surreal like some Far Side shit
Sloth and I are a fine fit