Jugga the Bully - Armageddon [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Beep)...Hey, baby, it's me, I was just thinking about you
It's time these niggas stop sleeping on you. They can't
Even touch you. You just gotta show 'em. Don't worry I got
Your back. I love you. Call me when you get back from the studio
NI-GGAAA(Beep)

Your skills suspect, time to get your jaw adjusted
Those kind of rhymes even got Young M.C. disgusted
You think you the shit? Well I flush kids
Punch you in the bicuspids leave your eye busted
You can't be trusted like your mom with a bag of rocks
I'm the greatest, you weightless like astronauts
Hit you with more combinations than Master Locks
You wouldn't have a shot if you carried plastic Glocks
I don't stop, keeping it rough like hockey leagues
In drug tests my polls register dope like poppy seeds
Unforgettable like Nat Cole
You couldn't hang if you were Stars and Stripes and I was a flagpole
Asshole, I dictate fate like Castro
I got grenades, you just get played like Hasbro
Jugga smash fools, fast hoes get pimp slapped
In fact, the Bully be on top like pimp hats
Your weak I get up in your freak like Fem-Stat
My technique leave you broke like cheap jim hats
I been fat like Dom DeLoise
Got hip-hop locked like platinum MC's with felonies
Your jealousy is obvious
I carry firearms like a burning octopus
So nasty, I'm monogamous...cock diesel
You get smoked like joints, I'm on point like shot needles
So sick you think I got measles
My Jugganaut scripts make you "SHHH!" like Doc Evil
The Bully drop people you sweet like brownies
You hard, but you won't bring that noise to Fulton County
My flow collect a bounty like Boba Fett
Until those fat girls screaming, "It ain't over yet!"
You overstaked your boundaries
I think we at the circus, I see so damn many clown MC's
Floundering like fish out of water
That image you use doesn't work, your style's out of order
I'm about to slaughter you like that sergeant
You couldn't catch me if you were Steve Largent