Kushman - Cheeto Diss [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Cheeto. You want to talk shit to me on a diss track?
This makes no sense to me whatsoever cuz your not even a rapper... I don't get it
But, you called me a broke ass motherfucker
Which is true I guess because I still don't have a microphone
So Im recording this off the iPhone, which is why it looks like the god damn 1950s in here with all this blurriness
With the beat coming off my shitty ass computer
I don't like to use 2Pac beats because I feel its kind of disrespectful with him being such a savage, but fuck it
It's a diss track who cares?

[Verse 1]
Yo, Its that new track? this dudes whack and he will never spew facts
I do slack, yea true that, but I keep it real like 2Pac
I only said his name like that so I could rhyme 2 syllables
You rapping like you Marky Mark, you take his style too literal
Your rapping is straight garbage i'll toss you out like some litter fool
You only rhyme 1 syllable, voice sounding like a little girl
Your homies call you Cheeto because you cheezy as fuck
When I listen to you it makes Weezy not suck
Cuz you rapping like some dude is just squeezing your nuts
You came at me? bro ill sting you, straight put bees in your truck
Go ahead, call me poor, say that I can't get a microphone
I been striving on my own, I learned to ride my bike alone
Cuz since day 1 I've been trying to be my own man
You mooching off your old man just trying to get a loan, damn
Wait why'd I say a loan if you ain't gotta pay it back
You spoon fed rich kids ain't got to work and break your back
You copy papers for your dad, thats how you make your money
Bet you feeling real independent I find that quite funny
Yea you got a job but its daddy that supports you
When hes dead and gone its sucking dick you will resort too

[Hook]

Now I dont do no hooks either Cheeto
We got that in common, cuz I ain't no fucking drake
Whatever

[Verse 2]

This mothafucker calls himself a homo thug
Call me DMX bitch cuz I show no love
This is how its going down 4,3,2,1 and your partys up
You got 24 hours to live so use them smartly chump
When this Ruff Ryder rolls I have your parents say 'I miss you'
Sitting at home saying I'll diss Lombardi ohh and Chris too
Saying get at me dog at the end of your track
Ima catch you slipping while defending my raps
Said my rapping is shit? Called it Mr. Hanke?
I could fucking son you, heres a bibb and a blankey
Tell him stop being greedy for the money, power, respect
I'll chase them my whole life 'till I have golden towers and jets
Rapping for my dogs, Me and niggy dogs for life
Make a move on us, black out, go to sleep, snore, night
I let my dogs out, its a crime story and I can feel it
Im the professional here, ain't no way that you be real bitch
Here we go again, 1 more road to cross so bring your whole crew
You know who we be, we right here i'll take your soul too
Texted bout the diss the convo said its all good right
But in the heat of it what these bitches want is a hood fight

[Outro]

Damn I fucked that last bar up I fucked up a couple of times
But I dont even care yo its a diss track
Known fact im better than cheeto at rapping anyway