KiLLSwitch - Hype [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: KiLLSwitch]
Triple-kill up in this bitch
Fuck your favorite rapper homie, it is time to switch cause
Lookie lookie who it be
Mr Kill S-dub-I-T
C-H don't with fuck me
Or anyone of my bros that run with me
We're "unfuckwittable" like K-I-D
Cudi when we're on some weed
Give you some speed, go 'head, get up, get on yo feet
Pass the flame to Mr. T
Not Laurence, but ThermoGenesis
Then who's next? Better guess, he's all up in yo bitch's dress
Mr. VCR don't ever get no rest
We show no interest in whatever the fuck you talkin' bout
You lost yo chance in the industry
Man fuck work I can get this shit for free
We ballin' and we stuntin' like we supposed to give a fuck
But we lords so what you gonna do to us?
You ain't doing shit
Will not stop until I'm rich
Of downloads and video views from big titty hoes
Make me a star on P Diddy's show
Really though, kill me hoe?
I can't be stopped, more like "kill me how?"
It was a typo out that bitch's mouth
I'm too high and I won't come down
I'm too hype and I won't calm down
I ain't gon' lie I'm sober now (just kidding)

[Verse 2: VCR]
ScooterSquad grinding on table tops
Make sure to rewind this tape to find out how I went insane
Took the blue pill now I'm drawing blanks
Sitting on the couch, thinking 'bout the great days when I ran buck wild
Shooting deer, fishing fish, no I'm not an atheist
Don't start a war that you can't finish
We will take over the world, make sure to accept our feelings
Fuck your king, fuck your queen
Fuck everybody that doesn't fuck with me
I'm a designer, skate mentalist
Not a fucking rapper, bitch
Nothing more, nothing less of your little puny breasts
Close your eyes, open wide and suck the rest, now open your eyes


[Verse 3: KiLLSwitch]
Bruh look at where we're at
We ain't fucking playing games, so let go of your old bat
Step up to the mat, step up to the plate
If you fuckers think we fake
Get stepped on until knees break
I'm raging upon rage and I'm ripping every page
Until I fucking get it right
Pussy gets wetter every time I step up to the mic
And we love them horny dykes
Now a bunch of kids that we used to go to school with wanna be our friends
So we tell em suck a dick
And the rest of Meadowcreek, "MeadowCrick", ghetto chicks
Feeling this, holy fuck, this is sick
Next track's the Acid Trip
And this track is Hype as shit
Kill kill kill kill
You fuckers know the chant
I'm the man, shit is grand, fuck a hating fan and I'm done