Little Danny Rahrig - Billy Mays [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by J57 & Daily Echoes]

About to do an infomercial for myself, motherfucka

It's Danny...Rah Rah

[Verse 1]
Call the kief-monger, I keep ganja rolled at all times
Anywhere that I go, you know I blow pine. You know why
Crack windows while I crack (bottles)
Diddle and then I smack (models)
For JC P maternity clothes, cause I like them fat (mamas)

Literally and I'm pretty obscene
But ain't you see?
It's a new era. We say "shit" on TV
Literally again, you know I mean what I say
I've been smoked weed everyday
So my eyes bleed, it's ok

A couple of Visine drops and it goes away, silly stoner
Sticks and stems are for kids. I got lids that are stronger
Strong enough to make Israel and P-Stine get along
Peace sign to the sky once they fire up the bong

Crisis solved
N.B.D
Just a pothead who stopped the drop of a WMD
But really just dopey doped up dope MC
I got a whole lot to say for a man with a head that's empty

[Hook]
That's me call me Danny Rah-Rah
I'm dressed for the meet and greet like Lady GaGa
And by meet I mean M-E-A-T ha ha
I keep my rhymes cheesy like my enchiladas

What can I say? I've been stuck in my ways
Cause I've been stuck in a maze
For the past thousand days
Rap game: Billy Mays
Here to OxyClean the game and get out all the tough stains

[Verse 2]
Call me the chillum chiller, catch em chillin' on the curb
Smoking herb on the low on the basil bowl as it burns...slow
And the Po-Po don't know
When they pass by, I pocket it at pro-po

But in my head, though, I'm pogo; jumping around
Inside my head, though, I'm Frodo carting rings around
So ring around the rosy, while I'm cutting orks down
Game Of Thronin' Westerosy hoes, tryin' to own the crown

Feeling mididvil now, off a few mischievous hits
Weed got my mind dialed to deviousness
I'm trying to see me some tits but not the kind you see for tips
I'm talkin' bout the kind you see when mama's got a nursing kid

I'm a creep but I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Boshi golf fundamentalist
Sentences sent from heaven that survive after I'm sentiment
When I die bury me under the basil patch
From there I can nourish the crop and never be cashed

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Call me the headie-horder, I'm steady guarding my stash
Since my beard grows in so bushy, I keep bushels tucked in that - packed
From my cheeks to my chin-y chin chin
While I chill, I search for chubby chicks I can chide into sin

Or maybe girls who are thin who I can chide into fatness
Trying to claim a dame who's game is hunger like a padded Katniss
And then I'll tongue her like a trippy tablet
Take a trip into Alice's hole, hopin' to meet the rabbit

Cause that body is a wonderland
That I'm tryin' to govern, one nation under Dan
Understand, I hope my mission isn't overstated
I just overheard that munching big bitches was underrated

So as I sit and smoke the contents of my beard away
Bud's tasting like the soap used to be sold my Billy Mays
I wipe my mind clean with these filthy thoughts
Looking for an extra meaty salad for your man to toss

[Hook]

Yeah, cause we clean motherfucker
Looking good, bumping Darius Rucker
Yeah, oh shit
Danny Rahrig, the basil patch kid

"Dial the number at the bottom of your screen, bitch"

The rap game Billy Mays
Could give a fuck what you say
Call me whatever the fuck you want, man
It's Rah Rah