Jak Tripper - Domestic Slow Dance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Jak Tripper]

I'm like stump removal when they light the stem
My writing pen can't show 100 cc's vicodin handful
Mac 9 president mask, snatching stack shines off of them bengals
Acid trips in the sticks, I'm outty
Labowsky, stoned in some sandles
I recruit youths from the outreach toss em all handles
You ain't about heat, you ground meat
Spit them rhymes off or get mangled
I see the Lincoln and the Crown V's, hawk and the vandals
It's either I take him off the mantle
Or end up a corpse, arms crossed in a FEMA coffin
Wrapped in cloths over flag poles
I die for the cult, young priest with the healing hand
Feel this man, I smell veal, my work make meals of man
Ski walkers feel the wrath
Bloated on lake bottoms, slithering
Sliding around down there, with the eels and crabs
Home invasions easy
We shoot it up, creep in, quiet as seeping gas
Leave after squeezing cans
The only fucking thing moving inside of your house was the ceiling fans

[Boxguts]

Thought that slor, Art, was pretty before I left her choach in a yawn
Even boned her moms holes with no Trojan on
Holding strong, floating over blowing on skam
Potent palm fronds, leave your asses all glowing orange
That's a UV ray rap spray
Giving bad tans that's just supposed to flaunt
Hands down our team's got the dopest jaunts
Flows stay going hard cause them joints is so raunch
Get on point yo, come on go and load up that bong
Our scroll's coals melt your souls til there's no ghost to haunt
Old spirits in limbo better look to move along
Or get your angel cake crab faces broke with tongs
Go and play that reggaeton
Oh my bad I forgot this was the jump off, waiting on toads and frogs
Faded up in the smoke and fog
Cottontail paper chase, pay for plays, who gave your doe the Fonz?
And bitches say your hoe's always with the grossest johns
She can't even claim slam pig just a swollen hog
In fact if I pull an Oscar Meyer out of the ice box
She getting her face fucked right now by a frozen dog
Sever hands at the shoulders and rock em on my coat of arms
Codes of harm, drobed in a cloak of hemoglobin coated yarn
Yelling pass that pig skin son, I'm going long
I don't know about ape shit but I've been told we're going Kong

[C-Plex]

Yo I box him out, World Star him
Couple of kicks to the brain, World Star him
Shifting his brain so he never thinks
Time pass in his mind as he blinks
Plex, yes, J23 move shit
I do this, tracks solo abuse shit
Welcome to the abyss
Your mind's are fucked up
That type of crazy that don't exist
Plex wants to punch a bitch
Make it public, number one on your YouTube list
??, testing this fuck you
My attitude don't bitch about shit
I do drugs not to escape
I keep it real, too real, especially when I trip face
Trap house pothead, yeah I dumbed out
[speaking spanish]
We don't pop bottles
[speaking spanish]
I'm tweaking, but control when I'm speaking
Drinking 151 for the evening
Hit the block, ?? when I be creeping
Money to be made, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Until then I'mma stay awake
Son I don't play
Time waits for no man
Until then I'll live life like a slow jam