Matt.B - I.D.R.G.A.F [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
It's that mothafuckin' Dracula shit
Immaculate bitch
The mothafuckin' mac in this bitch
I'm taxin' ya
That mothafuckin' Dracula shit
Immaculate bitch
The mothafuckin' mac in this bitch
I'm taxin' ya bitch

[Hook]
I don't really give a fuck
Couldn't really give a shit
I'm just trying to make a buck
Maybe trying to get some head
I Ain't trying to end up dead
So my eyes ain't closing shut
Said they trying to come and get me
While I lay up in the cut

[Verse 1: Matt.B]
My eyes been giving light
I ain't been feeling right, Every night that passes got me thinking I'm a parasite
No fear of heights cuz what you say is high I can't comprehend
I been across the lands, seen life and death exchanging hands
From the mountain tops, to the desert sands
The flashing lights and the ambulance
That fast life mothafuck the past
Take a chance while a mothafucka chasing cash
Never chasing ass, im toe'd up
You ain't gotta ask, piff rolled up
I'm never last, growing older
Smell the marijuana odor on my shirt
Bitch I make it hurt, don't wanna have your man lying and dying in the dirt
Call me Kirk Swerve, on my last nerve
I was dead from what I last heard
Now that's absurd, light the herb
Spread the word like a bowl of alphabits
I don't really give a shit
I'm just trying to get some head
She got me shooting from the hip but I ain't talking bout some lead
I just take all these hoes to bed and then I kick em out instead
Saying something, I was red and had forgotten what they said

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Matt.B]
Tonights the night, but I ain't feeling right still
I just really wanna chill, all these bitches poppin pills
They Ain't never had they fill
And they all know the deal
It's fresh so check the seal
Like red cafe I'm ill
Codeine and ginger ale
Not stale, i won't fail
Blood cold as rocks of hail
Deviating from the trail
Shit I'm riding on the rails, mothafucka tough as nails
I'll probably rot in hell, with a bad bitch
And some pacifists who didn't make the right decisions
Sparking up the ism, mothafuckas mind they business
Competition, I'm Sid Vicious
With a sink that's full of dishes
I take hits, but don't take hits and all these misters are just misses
Taught to not run with them scissors, but I'm in cut, it was kismet
When destiny comes to visit
Y'all know the plan, it was for the fam
Chased by pigs and Im on the lamb
Don't have a cow, cuz I'm going Ham
Fuck them chickens got em cluckin' now
Got em cluckin' now so I hold it down

[Hook]