Messenger - B.F.T.B. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Call me Mr. Catfish
Call me Mr. Kimchi
I'm the boy from the block
Blasian Messenger's a G
Flossing everywhere I go
You can see I got that Reach
King Johnson of the Johnson's
Loving women to deep sleep
I'm the talk of the town
Ladies cosmo, men's GQ
Front page of Time magazine
Titled Lyrical Guru
Instead of watered down rhymes
I like to call Campbells soup
I spin knowledge round your brain
Like I was a hula hoop

[Verse 2]
This flow style be so stupid, call it lyrical retardo
But I get ice from it, like the winter life in Fargo
People talk so cheap, shopping rhymes at the Walmarto
I just peanut butter on her jelly, Mr. P-P-Paul Blarto
Pimping out this music, cause she a Scarlet Letter
Gotta serve her upper classmen, olive oil and some feta
All these women wrapped around my pole
Like a string and tether
Rappers bitch about they album sales
I say they all wine cellars

[Verse 3]
Ya'll so blind and deaf to game
I call ya'll Helen Keller
Do I really got to dot it out
To show my music's better
My punchlines are stealth
Martial Arts of rap hope
I corner these dumb raps
And beat it up like rope a dope
Got more know, got more flow
Got more style, got more snap
Put it all together
Watch me conquer every map
Go back to the drawing boards
All you childish Crayola's
I'm the boy from the block
Like the song already told ya