Lee Scott & Bill Shakes - Killing Larry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Song is from 9:00 — 12:57

(Does NASA have to get permission from someone?)
Hook:
Tin foil fronts in
Even when I'm munching
Ha,ha
Tin foil fronts in
Even when I'm munching
Tin foil fronts in
Even when I'm munching
Tin foil fronts
Even when I'm munching

Verse 1: (Lee Scott)
Used to say "Ay Lee what you wanna be when you're older?
Providing you haven't met Jehovah"
And America is yet to blow the Moon up
And I always answer with the same "I haven't got a clue"
Then I heard Mr.T rap and now
I'm trying to make history Like Lil' B's cat
Grandiose but I don't have to boast
I look boss and everybody's laughing at me jokes
But I don't play games if I did I'd hunt a Duck
While I puff a blunt and fuck a slut
At least that's what I should be sayin' cause rappers are running
Round all day biting each other like a bunch of Puppys playin'
And I'd love to stay and help
But this money isn't gonna make itself
They say "Do what you can do."
No I'd rather beat a dead horse and then flog it for glue
I think if I'm paranoid then it's probably true
And it's probably why I got a problem with you

(Hook)

Verse 2: (Bill Shakes)
Blag answers
Bad manners
Confiscate ya is getting black mamba
Hourglass san-ganja splab light?
What the France is that?
In fact have it back
With a back-handed slap
No feelings from me Jack Daniel's flask
Smash with no standards to keep
Fall flat on me face
And land on me feet
What an extravagant feat
For the cold saggin' champ of the week
With Gandhi's physique
No Actionman rollin baccy with me
Baccy to me is a have a sack of weed with a key inside
With beady eyes gleaming 'Why?'
Give us a piece of ya pie
Keep in line
Swallow your words and eat your pride
Even Jesus cried when he seen this guy
Smoke legal highs
Don't trust em
Been green supply there green is dry
Smoke dustbins for something to
Leave me dome busted open
From a dumb explosion
Brunt out a wooden door
Look who's home
Waterfalls leaking from punctured holes

(Hook)

Verse 3: (Possessed)
Fuck your life and everyone in it
I'm sick to death of your gimmicks
And haven't a scrap of respect for ya image
In fact my tolerance has been stretched to the limit
Fuckin' parasites feedin' off the poetically gifted
They have to die
Raise the room temperature to Fahrenheit 451
Before the contracts are singed
Reject a record deal offered by the Prince of Darkness
Won't accept it
Never have, never will
Abandon my goals and miss my targets
Sabotage ladder of success with demolition charges
So disenchanted cause ain't shit changed
Switch them roes-tinted glasses for "They Live" shades
And seek the truth
Accept nothin' without seeing proof
Take shots in the dark until the lights start seeping through
And my personal interpretation of the game
Is it's lame
And only worthy of extermination