Mystery - Rough Track 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Whole Verse]

Pills and the liqour; she followin' like Twitter
Like the S.S. and it's motherfuckin' Hitler
Sayin yes quicker, shit's goin' down nicker
California piff and I'm feelin' hella stellar
Got the white bitch and she look like Helen Keller
Silent, as I take it violent
Callin' me Annie Sullivan, while I'm mothafuckin' goin' in
Teachin' her what she don't know and shit
Cause, life is a class and I graduated
I'm witchya bitch and you just masturbatin'
You niggas is real and I am fakin'
There, I dissed myself, fuck ya hatin'
Doctors tell me I got apathy
Tell 'em I don't give a fuck crazily
Cause I'm dirty, like headphones touchin the concrete
I got gangrene, cause I fucked ya mommy
If ya want peace, that's not me
Cause I'll puff the piff, and fuck your bitch, and fuckin' cut off your dick
Get a counsellor, that's tough shit
This is fuckin Mystery; a fuckin' whodunnit
Pitter patterin', lightin' and thunderin'
It's demonic, motherfuck ya wonderin'
If you don't? I'll motherfuck ya children
Shove and stuff 'em into a cauldron
And jerkin' off to they ballin'
The cops is who you try to be callin'
But I stopped their lives with a donut too enthrallin'
With anthrax in it
Then I faxed their bitches: the grotesque ass pictures