Latin Hustle - Mic Murderer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Young E]

[Verse 1]
Murder on the fuckin' beat
Ima be here for a while, take a fuckin' seat
Ya'll wack rappers is unwanted, like rotten meat
I swear my rhymes are delicious, so fuckin' sweet
And you can get some, I call it "Trick or Treat"
Assassination with my rhymes
With my pen, I fill up lines
I've been keepin' this in, it's time to unwind
I keep it G, unlike most of mankind
I'm rappin' for the fuck of it not tryna get signed

[Verse 2]
Killin' any wack MC
Who dares step to me
I mix everything together in my raps, recipe
You shall die if you test me, the Big E
I'm being watched all the time, but I ain't no TV
Verbal rape in every lyric
I swear all the pain, you can hear it
I take this steering wheel called life and steer it
There's a CoolGuy in the house, you fear him
But yet, all you people wanna do is hear him
My lines are filled with craziness
Most of these niggas' rhymes, are filled with laziness
You girls are addicted to me, fuckin' crazy bitches
Protesters that go against me get eighty stitches
I'm too hot, is that why there's an empty kitchen?
Young E keeps grantin' amazing wishes