King of Nothing - Murder Multiplicity [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Be that nigga, been that nigga, In 3010 that nigga
Still gon be on top and steady jockin all you bitch ass niggas
Swagger off the rip that nigga
Hotter than them grits that nigga
Al green got attacked with
Lets get ratchet off this 5th that nigga
Neva eva been a ho
Do not plan on startin soon
Since fo andre and arden, covent garden playin’ harvest moon
Used to live on covey court
Used to hit on chubby whores
Now I’m more mature, sluts galore
Should be cuffing yours
Pockets on espinaca
Mami debes ven aca
If that pussy tighter than penny and lacienaga
Call a nigga wizard Kelly
Rollin (Rowland) like that bitch from destiny’s
Down the interstate
In tints and paint that’s sweeter than mrs freshley's
My bitch a betty
I’m mister rubble, you mi-ser-a-ble
Just give her dick till she drip in puddles no kiss and cuddle
Throw it then reel it back
Soldiers and villains clap
You know my throne’s still intact cause no one’s as real as (censored)


[Chorus]
Bumpin’, Alpine in my Alpine, its bout time
That I show you niggas that I surely ain’t the one
Now you starin at the barrel of a loaded fuckin’ gun
I could, outline how to outgrind and outshine
First you give em hell and then you steal they fuckin’ soul, gotta let these niggas know
Its for real and not for, show

[Verse 2]
Known as gorilla, K-O-N is just my alias
Smokin’ that killa but callin it Jodi arias
Crazy hits, no babysits
Roger that, haley smith
No time for habeas, hatin’ niggas get 86ed
And for my state I’m a patriot on some brady shit
Reppin’ the H where the dames be thick as the drank we sip
And ain’t no patience for niggas sayin they doin thangs
Fuck out my way don’t the space of the rulin’ kang
St(e)aked my claim, I’m A1
Hit you with this ray gun
(nigga you know that shit don’t exist) well bitch! I made one
Hit yo chick like hey hun
You can call me day-run
Fuck that shit that they run
We be on marathons
Prolly watchin’ fooly cooly
My niggas unruly-ruly
One time for my guidos cause they know I be that moolie-moolie
Groupies like I'm Rudy ho that's Ray Moore, I got way more
Hold on just a minute, you'll be given what you came for
Rippa blunt I’m regis philbin
Fuck the world my semen’s spillin
I ain’t one direction
But my presence leads to screamin children
Fuck what you feelin I’m killin it till the day I’m gone
I’m out the building, keep trillin and hit me later on

[Chorus]
Bumpin’, Alpine in my Alpine, its bout time
That I show you niggas that I surely ain’t the one
Now you starin at the barrel of a loaded fuckin’ gun
I could, outline how to outgrind and outshine
First you give em hell and then you steal they fuckin’ soul, gotta let these niggas know
Its for real and not for, show