GEMINI KILLER - BATTLECAT [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

BATTLECAT
BY GEMINI KILLER


MENTALLY PHYSICALLY SPIRITUALLY LYRICALLY - THEY FEARIN ME
MURDEROUS NOUNS - KILLER VERBS - 25 TO LIFE SIMILES
AND DEAD METAPHORS - I FEEL SORRY 4 MY ENEMIES
IT SEEMS IM GETTIN FINICKY - FLOWS THEY TRY 2 MIMIC ME
I GOT HELL 2 MYSELF - THE DEVIL SAID HE COULDNT LIVE WITH ME
NOSTRADAMUS PREDICTED ME - JUST LOOK HOW THEY DEPICTED ME
IM THIS CLOSE 2 VICTORY - U COULD SMELL THE SWEET PIFFERY
SAME PLACE WHERE THEM PISTOLS BE - HOME OF THEM PISTOL PETES
NEW YORK PUT YA TEETH ON CURVE & KISS THE STREETS
UNSOLVED MYSTERIES - THE BLOCK FILLED WITH MISERY
THE COPS SAY THEY MISSIN ME - FUCK THE PENTIENTARY
IM TRYIN 2 MAKE A 100 BILLION - SO I COULD SPEND A CENTURY
AND THROW IT IN THE BAG - HOPE THE SNITCHES DONT MENTION ME
BULLET HOLES & STITCHES - SO THEY'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER ME
TELL SHORTY I'LL LICK HER LATER - FIRST LET ME SPIT THIS HENNESSY
THE GHETTO GOT A COLD - MY DELIVERY NO SHIVERY
I GOTTA SUE THE FEDS - CAUSE THE STREETS NEED A REMEDY
BUT B4 I HOCK SPIT - PL-PLEASE LISTEN 2 MY MELODY
I BLOW LIKE YOSEMITE -UP THERES GO CALMITY
SHIT - THERES GO PROFANITY - ALMOST LOST MY INSANITY
ALOT OF THESE NIGGAS IS PUSSY - HUH - I GUESS ITS JUST THE MAN IN ME
SO NEVER PUT YA HANDS ON ME OR DO THE FORIBIDDEN DANCE WITH ME
THERES RULES OF ENGAGEMENT SON - U NEVER HAD A CHANCE WITH ME
KILLER BOOM MA YA - I HOPE UNDERSTANDING ME
THEN THROWEM OUT THE WINDOW - TELL HIM SWIM 4 THE CANOPY
WATCH'EM SPLIT LIKE A CANALOPE - THERES NO MORE VANITY
IMA KING - THATS GOD'S SON NIGGA - WHO THE FUCK U PLAN 2 BE
I'LL BUSS IN YA MOUTH BITCH - TOLD YA FUCK YA PLAN B'S
NIGGAS SCARED 2 RAP - WELL FUCK IT GO 2 PLAN B
ARMY OF DARKNESS - HOW U KILL SOMETHING U CANT SEE
I GREW UP IN THE HOOD WITH THE BOOGIE MAN & BANSHEES
AT NIGHT I DREAM OF JEANNIE, SERIAL KILLERS & MEYER LANSKY
IM PROFESSIONALE - I JUST LET U DIE FANCY
THEN CREMATE'M - I DONT CREATE'M - THATS NASTY
LIKE BACK IN THE DAYS - WHEN I WAS SNOTBALL & ASHY
TIL MY BUGATTI THE COLOR OF SNOT - NOW THATS CLASSY
DONT MAKE ME HAVE 2 POP IN YA FACE LIKE DRY ACNE
YA CEW A BUNCH OF LOONEY TUNES - YA GUNS BROUGHT FROM ACME
SO WHEN U READY 4 WAR - U DONT GOTTA ASK ME
KILLER