JarBag - May I Introduce Myself? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)

(Bridge)
See the guy on the cover?
It ain't me, That nigga hates me
I'm JarBag, and that's Jarred
Don't worry, He's dead
That's why I'm leaving school
Cos I blew off his fucking head
Killed his dad too, but that's not what the feds said

(Verse 1)

Miniature crime story, My life's violent and gory
Fuck an allegory, My songs immorally wrong
I'm off and on, like you once you found out Djed wears a thong
I have a bad reception, giving you bad impressions
Going to sex ed lessons, screaming out "Fuck contraception!"
The worst since 9/11 and 7/7 combined!
And my birth was years behind
Nigga, I was only born in '99!
So me saying rude shit is now fine
I don't know how to count, but I can shot you a Playstation
I can't see right, cos Lewis gave me two faces
And these racist do-rag-wearing haters, accuse JarBag and black guys of being murderers and rapist's
So basically, I live in a city where it's cool to talk back
Ladies get smacked, cars get jacked
Fuck opinions, we're just in-forced with facts
We take crack, live in council flats and pay a shit load of tax
And die by 25, from gang shit, or being fat
But fuck it, No lie, I'm becoming a stereotype in a society that I terrorize
Adolescence has left us idiot in many variations
This is my demonstration that circulation leaves elementary beyond explanation
I'm an irritable fool
Whenever I want to
So JarBag fits my name, just like the fonts do
And if you hate me? Guess what?
Fuck you

(Verse 2)
Fuck a hook, I'mma just go right back in
Write lyrics bout drug abuse, and extreme violence
And try and diss, rappers richer than me
For constant sex puns, and gun crime on prime time TV
And say the grind cos they smoke weed, and pay £2000 fines
And lie like Rick Ross, bout there past life
In spite the fact, they ass wipes
And get gassed cos they drop a few shit hits, Like Kriss Kross
And talk about how they the boss, and make dumb fans think they're selling rocks
And have the balls to say it's hip-hop and not pop
Sorry, I get pissed off a lot
I can't socially, my brain aches
So when I scream "Ay" and say "Hey", You know you're fucked
Like kids when a pedophile comes, saying what's up? (What's up?)
This mixtape was made to suck you're money
So don't try anything funny, cos I got nine to the head of you're mummy
Airing you, like you after a punch in the tummy
Coming at you, till you actually cumming
And I'm gunning these scumbag fags, who love JarBag when he sells a bit
And excels in the way he spits in his shit, and this is my introduction to me
So but my fucking tape
'Fore I kill you're family