Pat Battle - Motherfucker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I'm the motherfucker with a grin and a grudge
Fuck you! Fuck that! Why you fucking my buzz?
I hear no - See no - Fear no people
Or mad fuckery - Trying to fuck with me
Motherfuckers plugging these dumb fucks
And it's fucked up - I'm like what the fuck?
So this shite right here - Inspired by the beer
Cheers! I'm the motherfucker of the year

[Verse 1]
Rough! That's the sound of a freak!
Demon in my bones, and it's bound to the beat
Ground to a heap, every noun that I reap
It drowns in my dreams, so I frown in my sleep
Fuck it, I'm High!
Departed the carpet and said "Wassup" to the sky
Oh my - Gotta go to the job in a minute
Fuck - My - Life - But I'm in it
And I never get a sense that I'm equipped to even win it
When here comes Freddie Follower with an opinion
Get the fuck out my face with that shit!
Dark matter made outer space for my dick
Shoot billiards with planets, hit Pluto the cue ball
And knock Uranus off of the table and out the pool hall
You - Will - Fail - Fuck!
I hear your lyrics and I'd rather read Braille
I'd rather eat stale old vagina
Than deny this little envy that I feel when a MC gets a deal
To compensate I cop a date and copulate the thought away
Ramming like a banana trying to get back in the peel
Fuck Yeah! I got more soul than Tsang Sung
What mortal could corner me in this portal? Name one
The slurs that they sang in the burbs, the shame stung
But my biggity-brain is conditioned for pain
Position remains, not a mission for fame
You kick it Wu-Tang? Well I listen to same
Shame on a nigga who don't call himself God
But call himself a nigga in front of his God? - Odd
Off - Cough - My God, I'm at a loss
The cost? Point out the boss, so I know who I gotta toss
Like a salad - Take a mallet to the cabbage - Kablam!
Let these motherfuckers know who the fuck I am

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Whooo! Blasphemy! That's how you ask for me
To the mountaintop from the bottom of the canopy
Smack a rapper in the forehead dead with a can of peas
Campy, but I can't appease everyone in this rhapsody
Staffing this academy's taxing on my reality
No-School - Fuck the new and old folk formalities
I'll casually pull apart the faculty's anatomies
The head bone's disconnected from the neck bone
And the neck bone's been ejected from the collar bone
The collar bone's intersected with the shoulder bone
Them bones, they gone, when I crush 'em into foam
Wack rappers get bashed down into patty cakes
Cause happily I take as much shit as my Daddy takes
None, son - I don't front for no puns
I fuck for the right to go hunt for the rum
Brum-pu-pum-pump - Honey you eyeing me?
I'll heat it up like the sun - Give you vitamin D!
- I-C-K from the P-A-T-R
MCs to M-E are delayed retards
A Pre-Cog, I see into the future and deep y'all
I just wanna evade the inevitable decay
Rot! Rot! Not my hip hop
You can suck nuts hipster, eat a dick with your weak blog
My balls free fall whenever I'm on the beat dawg
My style ain't in a weight class, it's a street brawl
Fall behind like a fawn, Imma spring like a Cheetah
The blinging and the banging that you bringing is cheap talk
So back it back it up like a Mack brand truck
Patrick, what the fuck? This is not all adding up
Like Aladdin on the rug, one thing - (Aladdin: Do You Trust Me?)
Then snap your trap shut Fudd, it's rappers we're hunting

[Hook]
Cause I'm the motherfucker with a grin and a grudge
Fuck you! Fuck that! Why you fucking my buzz?
I hear no - See no - Fear no people
Or mad fuckery - Trying to fuck with me
Motherfuckers plugging these dumb fucks
And it's fucked up - I'm like what the fuck?
So this shite right here - Inspired by the beer
Cheeeeeeeeeers!

[Verse 3]
Wanna stunt my thunder? Fucker, take a number
I pace to my own beat, play my own drummer
The sum of my summaries even summits some summers
I somersault the slums, and assault Big Brother
In front of his punk mother with a Stone Cold Stunner
When it come to lyrics, seriously I'm a lover
If I hate it, I don't hide it, no I'm never undercover
When you greet me you better utter - (Kid: Hello Motherfucker)
It's why I walk a tight rope with White folks
A slight stroke of genius, I ease between this
Fine line binding the urban with the earnin'
Lower middle class act, rap without a permit
Come hither hip hop, get up on my lap
I know how to treat ya, like "Hi Felicia!"
I'm not dying to speak to ya, if you need a VCR
I got a fat Magnavox stock back in the car
Enough of the innuendo, though it's fresh as a Mentos
Oppose my crescendo, the polls they been closed
My ten toes tickle when I hear your little riddles
That your Mammie helped scribble, I feel a giggity-giggle
Lyrically in a pickle, I wiggle out of it swiftly
Mix titty milk with chocolate Nesquickly
Forgive me, it's in me, the filth and it spills
My temple it tilts with an axis of ill

[Hook]
Cause I'm the motherfucker with a grin and a grudge
Fuck you! Fuck that! Why you fucking my buzz?
I hear no - See no - Fear no people
Or mad fuckery - Trying to fuck with me
Motherfuckers plugging these dumb fucks
And it's fucked up - I'm like what the fuck?
So this shite right here - Inspired by the beer
Cheers - I'm the motherfucker of the year, and -
I'm the motherfucker with a grin and a grudge
Fuck you! Fuck that! Yeah I'm fucking with drugs
I hear no - See no - Fear no people
Or mad fuckery - Trying to fucking fuck with me
Motherfuckers plugging these dumb fucks
And that's fucked up - I'm like what the fuck?
So this shite right here is inspired by the beer
Cheers! I'm the motherfucker of the year