Nafets - Kokaine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Nafets]
Hello Friends I'm back from hell disheveled with a duffel bag
Full of facts and knowledge to be shared with that eager class
Of middle class acrobats
They ask me for my autograph I signed it off backwards just to coordinate with backwards hats
Home in time for supper supposedly from Stouffers, my microwaves my savior like, lonely girls and Oprah
Right before she got fat and had to eat them artichokes to get that Chakra back on track like
Michael Jackson's Faulty Nose
Broke into a mobile home and found your kiddies all alone
Parents were some stock brokers 'til them spinal bones broke
And as the casket closed I vacuumed up their useless souls
Put 'em in a bag and started to proceed home
Didn't think about it much during working hours, Got high as fuck and then I finished watching my Austin Powers Movie
That's my favorite thing to do inside of my room
Watching Looney Toons with some fruity loops cause its off brand like fresh and hot
Right, off the cattle butt, rather say the cattle ass, if you can't agree with that then ride inside my Cadillac
Only in the back cause that's where you'll find the bag with some duct tape and a hidden mask
So when I go inside they'll never know its me like
"Oh What the fuck is coming in that nigga gives me heebie jeebies"
The one holding the gun inside of the Gorilla mask, please give him cash fast this dude just wants his money back
Left the store with money bags, stashed the dough inside the dash, Then made a dash for my favorite diner to play Diner Dash
Sat down at a table proceeded to order hash-
Browns, it was early in the morning so i had to go to town
On that Omelet, Snacking until I vomit, waitress looked astonished like
"Uhhh No comment"
But here the Cops come, think they wanted me to run, But Mr. Officer I ordered Pancakes Lemme Finish 'Em
*Burp*
"God Damn that Tasted good"
Needless to say that I got arrested, Lifetime of doctors checking up on me for assessments
But I wish you all very well and as a matter of fact I'll see you in hell and write you back from this prison cell
Bitch