Myles Malice - Issues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(hook)
Why can’t you see, I’m not the man you think I am
Please run from me, run as quickly as you can
I can’t believe, you think I’m such a normal man
Please run from me, You can never trust me 2X
I’ve got some issues

That might be true , but I bet I won’t need no tissues
I’ve coped with the fact that my thoughts all black
I’m a twisted fuck like juijitsu
But I gotta play the part to mislead you
Fuckin with the quiet kid, he can’t beat you
But you’ll be surprised to find the price of your life
Anit much ya fuck I’ll dismiss you if
Ya got a pumped up chest like your shit don’t stank
Get ta whippin em with the pistol, flippin the finger to ya face
You be trippin if you thinkin I’m a nice guy mane
When the sun goes down I’m coming out with fangs
To bite the necks of all the lames
I really wanna be the one to cause the pain
I’ll skin em when I get em rip it all away
It ain’t wrong to kill shit, ya’ll ta blame
I’m the sickest that be, I’ve told em before but they still don’t agree?
They’ll never believe til they’re hung from a tree
Stickin pins in them bitches, cut em up into pieces
Oblivious to my sick antics, blood covered hands, no that’s a problem
Fuckin with a lyrical killer, tormented by issues
So vicious and ever evolving, so tell me why

(hook)

So you’d better think twice for you pass that judgment
Put you in a better place, dirt, you’ll love it
Everybody thinkin that they know me, shit
You may think I’m sane but I’m so far from it
Maybe it’s a god complex or something
Tellin me to take whats mine, so I stuck em
Kick em to the curb, bite down and stomp em
Do what I gotta do to get the meat so fuck em all
I’m coming to get your liver
Preferably one from the bitches who shiver
When speaking about me like snakes they slither
That tends to be tough to deliver so I’ve gotta go out and get it myself
In public like jack the ripper, attackin bitches, and rippin it out of em, rags to riches
But I still don’t really get it, you ain't lookin at me timid
If you knew what I would do to you I bet that you’d be dippin
Neva trippin off a little bit of blood I lick it up
And imma open up a vein and imma fill another cup
And if he still ain't a believer, I ain't showin him enough?
Then imma drag him to the cellar to get acquainted with the pain
Imma hang him on a meat hook, skin his ass raw
Makin sure he neva forgettin my mutha fuckin name is Malice

(hook)