Dumawk - DFUOB7 Entry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Walk in the door, and the air gets cold
Third victim of the day, got a blunt rolled, story unfolds
When I see the cunt rolled, up in a ball, I’m told
That she’s fucking crazy, that makes two, “get in the trunk hoe”
She jumps up, like morning wood, grabbed a fork and stood
In a battle position, a mission to get me through the door if she could
We stood there for like five minutes, til she jerked forward
With that fork and hit me in the thigh with it, but I’m twisted
So I took my strait jacket that I wore cause it was chilly
Wrapped it around her head, grabbed a pan and then I slapped her silly
She grabbed the TV remote like a knife and said she’s gonna kill me
Kicked her off me, and started suffocating her with a couch cushion
She’s now pushing me on my back, she lunges forward
Then I just launch my arm out and smack her in the mouth
She changes direction and crashes, into a hat rack
She’s knocked out, I stand there laughing
Called my client, I said to him “I got your girl alive, I think” time to think
On what I’m gonna do now, but shit, this bitch is screwed now
Take her to this guy so she can get chewed out and I can get paid
Better keep his half of the deal, If it gets halved then I’m real pissed
Somebody’s ass will be killed, if somebody’s gotta ask bout my skills
You’ll physically no longer be able to ask if they will
Tied the bitch up, and I tried to pick up
Her body, but my body’s not in shape, better get the trolly
And make, a motherfucking escape, gee golly I’m baked
Did an Ollie in skate, and that shit got me in space
Wheeled that bitch to the truck, and threw that bitch in the back
My pitbull’s sitting in front, because that bitch wants a snack...
Threw the trolly next to my hostage, My body pauses, I’m kinda nauseous
She must’ve sacked me cause I got an aching sausage
But then she jerks up and tackles me, I kinda lost it
We somehow roll into the kitchen, I stick her hand in a freakin blender
Take the mangled fingers and eat them like they were chicken tenders
“Hold it bub” she smacks me with her bloody nub
Funny huh, she pins me on the ground next to her fireplace
Still high, while we’re rolling all over the entire place
Not exaggerating, I mean higher than the empire state
I can barely feel her punches, All I hear is the percussion
I see a splash of my blood hit, my numb fist, fuck this
I’m about to pass out like football when their out of bounds
Gonna fade away like anorexic girls when their out of pounds
She’s happily bitching like dogs when they’re out of pounds
I see a gun, but it’s useless, it’s out of rounds
Couple of minutes pass, I'm pass out and found
Buried next to a preschool, no longer around