James Lanning - LOSER [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 3: James Lanning]

I tell’em shut the fuck up and kick rocks I spit toxic
Six shots rip from my lips to split you right at your optics
Tick tock bitch, your times up your open like chakras
You’re not Chris or Pac, Big Poppa’d probably pop you impostors
So kill the gossip, your hypocrisy’s making me nauseous
Like I’m drinking water from the Bricks straight up out of the faucet
Fuck your deposits, here’s some barbwire to floss with
If the bar's higher I tossed it, get your small fire exhausted
Be very cautious I swear I lost it
I’ll beat you then bury you while your barely conscious
Won’t stop until I’m sleeping with and fucking Farrah Fawcett
Are you aware at all that when you compare and audit me that I couldn’t care at all which
Emcee that you think that I sound like, want a sound bite?
Fuck off--that sound right? I’m down right fed up
Fuck a stereotype, you’re bustas without the scenario hype
Heel up wheel up you’ll always come up shorter than Phife