Hock Tu Down (Lee Scott & Reklews) - 44 Reasons [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo, I rinse my mouth with a Guinness stout and guzzle Listerine
And stand over your face stoned and piss my system clean
I wanna say safe to Bill, Grubb and Mr. Mean
And I only have nightmares, but I live the dream
Need nicotine, empty Camel pack with a hump
I get found on a killing spree when I act on a hunch
A spliff of green, fill the room with a breath of smoke
I like sleep, but fuck a bed, I float
My hit list, is a thousand page hardback epic novel
So hide your head and grovel, before it's dragged across the tarmac
In any coppell street that we charge past
In a car jacked from your Mum with you attached to the bumper
[?] acts as a noose
You think your [???]
Morbid, a cannibal with a ravenous hunger
Itchin', swingin' an axe at your back like it's lumber-
Jack of all trades, a bastard always
I roll a fat spliff alone and pass it four ways
Foes get choked with a Vise Grip, the tightest
In a fun war I push buttons on explosive devices
Beer glass drained and dry, baby my
B-boy stance is too complex for the naked eye
Sheer class, I'm dumb ill
I bust a crazy dope move stood still
Simple folk who find humor in blood spill
I shake your hand with a slit wrist as a suicidal gesture of good will
Mind-state stuck on crush, kill, destroy
Quit smokin' and use various pharmaceuticals to fill the void
Cursed with a temper, cause I'm still annoyed over shit I barely remember
And now I, find killing comical
Decapitate a big-headed emcee, and make a bike helmet with their polished skull
Christ felt it, when I threw a fist in the air for pro-abortion
Plus I'm cold, supportin' global warmin'
I punch your preschool crew to shame
Take a punch to the face and spit a loose tooth through ya brain
Drink myself silly-stupid, swallow my grill and puke it
Yellin' I didn't do it, even if the shoe fits
Hit the booze until I will
Then wake up and eat my cereal with vodka and Kaluha in my milk
Swiftly movin' onto a full buddha breakfast
A human keg, you'd be correct to assume I'm legless
The freshest terrorist, I soap bomb your village
Tell 'em it's that Mr. Wrong, type colon The Illest

There's 44 reasons why I'm class
And I only write raps to help the time pass
Don't leave alone with your medicine
Mr. Wrong, Reklews, Prozium Peddlin
44 reasons why I'm class
And I only write raps to help the time pass
So, Don't leave alone with your medicine
Mr. Wrong, Reklews, Prozium Peddlin