Jak Tripper - Grim Hours [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Word to my mother's tears, look what the drugs can do
I was a troubled youth, alcohol hiccup bubbles blew
Digging in your stomach's food
I'm fucked up on that syrup and I'm seeing more than one of you, tongue is blue
Huffing spray paint, drunk from fumes
Gun barrel in your mouth like a beer funnel tube
You cats want to spit, talk shit, and smoke a blunt or two
I came to take the flesh off of your body and wear it in front of you
Hydroplane off of your blooden pools
I don't want to shake hands or hug with you
I want to leave this battle, go strap on camo, come back later and hunt for you
I don't want to just see you give up, son, I want you to get both of your lungs removed
I'll do it for a buck and some jungle juice
The way I look and spit will puzzle dudes
I look kind of ill, uh, cause I chugged a ton of shrooms
I kill prostitutes and rush em back home like, "Supper soon!"
I'll find the hiding spot where your bright soul is
You don't want to get in my mind when it's wide open
It's like walking inside of a mine field blindfolded
Burn pines, intern lines, leave wide oaks split
Who spits goon-like?
My rhymes ogreish, on some "child-eating giant oak" shit
Silenced 45's out the ride, smoking
Till this audience looks like a red dyed ocean
Coughing up resin out of the lungs
Torching mountains of bud
Smoke a pound in a blunt
Who's high? My head's a planet with clouds and a sun
Bodies washed up on the sound of sin tongues
Oh no he didn't, soaking prescription
You can smell the tablet when I'm pissing
1 0 0 0 lidded
I can stay focused Robo-tripping

(Will you please wait until my son Jak returns? That's all I'm asking you to do.)
(That good for nothing son of yours will never come back.)