Great Dain - Atebit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Great Dain]
Yo I'm Trunchbull, locking punk rappers in the Chokey
I don't fuck with beef unless it's on my list of groceries
Rocking shit, playing fucking Bop It in my momma's crib
Eating chocolate 'til my teeth the color of Obama's skin
Super sick, seducing chicks with my music
Getting stupid every time I move a Bic
Constantly producing hits, y'all don't know what music is
Talking like you hard as fuck, God I think I'm losing it
Sorry I don;t mean to be looney, I'm white lame and goofy
Bum life, rocking tie-dye tees and bluejeans
Ruthless dick looking for the rubies like the Goonies
I sold my soul just to get some new keys
Scummy like a jewel thief, heartless, don't criticize the art, bitch
Dain to the raps like Blaine to a card trick
Y'all are Scott Farkus, ugly as fuck garbage
I'm part martian and to the point like a dart tip
Eight bit samples that are tighter than a facelift
Basic, make your balls drop to the pavement
Got your necks twisting like a lane switch
Hit you in the face, kid your raps lame as a sprained wrist
God damn! y'all just on the Plain Jane shit
Same thing just a different punk in his basement
And I ain't got no patience for all that bullshit
So Imma say it the way I wanna say it, and you gon' take it
Face it, I'm your favorite rapper dude
I know you hurry home to listen to my raps after school
I just laugh at you, I'm bout to go mad, just act a fool
Start smashing shit and fucking snap like a plastic spoon
I'm magic dude, I'm finna wrap a doob
Sit back relax and sip on a glass of juice
Stupid ass, I never had a clue
Always sat in the back of the class writing raps, snacking on food
We are not the same, I make dope shit
And you don't, bitch, I get it cracking like a glo-stik
Y'all are bogus, I'm old school Hulk Hogan
Coolest kid doing music shit in all of Oakland
Don't slow the tokin', do the locomotion
Funky ass rhythm got the speakers overloading
Guess it goes to show that Great Dain's the most dope
It ain't no joking, cause the game is straight broken
Yo I'm here to fix, it's looking clear as shit
Y'all are too delirious to fucking hear the wit
Well here it is, Imma formulate a plan
With zero dollars and a fricking quarter tank of gas
Imma drive 'til it's dry and Imma never look back
Old school 'til I die bitch, rap till I pass
So fuck a job, I wanna spit for the cash
And if that shit don;'t happen Imma dig through the trash to eat