In2ition - The Watcher Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I'm here, mother-fuckers. Alright
In2ition coming at ya hard and strong
Freestyle shit, mother-fucker!

[Verse]
You can't be dealing with this
You ain't got long enough dick to deal with it
Mother-fucker, you think you're sick? You're just sick
Meaning literal vomit. Fuck your mum and fuck her too
Man, I fucked her behind a bed twice, yo
Aw no, I didn't let her up on the mattress
She's too disgusting a bitch to deserve soft... care
Okay, I was just driven to kill; you was driven to spill
All your blood over the pavement still
Enter your skull with a drill while I hold you still
High off these mother-fucking pills
Man, I'm taking pills like every day
I'm mass-mixing it together, yeah
Paracetamol and shit
Man, Ibuprofen crap
Taking Piriton, I don't even have hayfever
I look at flowers and they make me cry
Because I'm fucking negative; I'm a sour bastard
I hate nature and I hate the way it looks
I hate everything in life, you see
And bitches, they fucking hate me
Fucking hate them too because they're full of shit
Why the fuck would I be dealing with it?
Hate the girls who always come on to me
Had this one before Christmas
And baby please, just understand that
I murdered her ass, yeah: stabbed a knife up in there
Man, it was sick. Yeah, I said to her
'You lost me at hello'. Couldn't be fucked
To say the words; you wanted me mellow
'I love you In2ition'. Your love is a superstition
It's all fake, so go fuck a plank
Cause that's as stiff as you are in the sack
Only wanted to go on top: what the fuck is with that?
Man, there's a hundred great positions in bed
And the one for you is out of my bed
Aha mother-fucker, get out of my house
Go cry somewhere else: I don't give a fuck, man
She broke my heart, broke it to pieces
I gained seven stone because of it
Man, fucking elf-looking girl
She was so short, she deserved to be in The Hobbit part 2
Mother-fuckers, can't be dealing with this, nah
Fuck this shit. You know what?
People pretend that the whole world revolves around them
And that you need girls in your life to make you happy
It's a load of bollocks, man. Bat at me, yeah
I shoot them in the fucking face
I don't give a shit about the shit that they spit about me
Couldn't be bothered with her so I dumped her
And now I'm much happier: I wear jumpers
To cover up my fat so it's all alright
And fuck her, man; I hope she dies
I hope she gets killed by some raging dogs
I hope they cum over her and fuck in her face
I hope one of them cums right in her ass
I hope she screams and no-one comes to help her
I hope she's there lying on her own
Crying out 'ah, please, somebody help me!
I'm so lost, it's oh-so dark!'
I'm so glad you're dying, bitch
Sorry: didn't mean to get angry
But it's true: I really would like her dead
Mother-fucking, cunting, shitting, fucking bitch
No, I don't kiss my mother with that mouth
I go down on her with it
Bitch, call me In2ition; make it your mission
Fuck your health, I'll have your wealth
When I'm done with committing your death
Yeah, you must understand that this is best
Believe this shit, mother-fucker: this is it
Etherealist and me are gonna be the shit
We're gonna make records and get famous too
We're gonna hit those hotels in New York
And be in Los Angeles before you know it
And we will rap out when we're
Bigger than D12 and it's...
Aw man, we will be the shit
Mother-fuckers can't deal with it
Be a bigger track than The Watcher
Mother-fuckers, watch this space-a