Dratchface - Hothead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
Ohhhh, Dratchface, oh yeah
He's so funkayyy
Girl, you gotta let me put the funk into you

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Who could be bolder? Bolster the beat with broad shoulders
Lob cold words to make your frontal lobe hurt
Undertones overt, I’m no slow flirt, it’s like I told her
Known to squeeze biting wit out the mic like Go-Gurt
Pulled a Homer with this rap, now I’m stuck in it
Baiting the liberal PC police to throw a fuckin' fit
But I don’t give a fuckin' shit, I didn’t come to hug and kiss
I came to punish bitches with these words, cuz I’m buggin', kid
I’m past the point where it hurts to kill a dude
With a murderous verse, I’m a curt cotilla, rude
I’m like if 2Pac were to work with Dilla
To attack the game with great candor and verisimilitude
I’m not in the mood to inspire talkin' sprees
I’m one armed man, I spit fire, walk with me
Shit, Pryor, sorry, didn’t mean to light you up on the street
But I think in this you’ll find at least a bit of comedy

[Bridge]
Gimme that funky soul
Sock it to me, baby
Ooh, you're so funky, girl
Hey check this out

[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Yo, it’s really Dratch, the man who could write a million raps
And still get called a hothead like Sylvia Plath
How much cash and paraphernalia will he amass?
I ended up killing the last facsimile bastard
Who tried to absorb my unique brand of flavor
Like a nasty tapeworm, it’s just bad behavior
And I’d be happy to take your ass out any day
Your raps are atom, my phat rhymes are heavyweight
Lemme take a minute and tell you my plan
If it doesn’t show, think you better know, I’ll malign ya, fam
Until the day you clasp my dying hand
And I can tell you with my last breath that I’m still the kind of man
With the lyrical capability to defy the laws of space-time
And score it with an awesome bassline
You can feel it in your taint, spine, gut, balls, and brains
I don’t know whose style you think you’re fuckin with, but it ain’t mine