Possessed Reverends - Freshman Fantasies (original) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

These are my freshman fantasies
Tic Tac Verse, Riff n Rad Curses
Rogaines Cocaine, Mistletoe

If lifes a game I'm Charlie Sheen
All my fans shouting what they've seen
I guess I got me a shiny sheen

I'm so far from your reality
An eel on an island tryna see

I'm not trying to fight, I'm trying to ignite
A haze over your world where I'm the only hurdle
You'll swirl past with your last listen, a rap Olympian
A rhythmic champion, a verbal heavyweight
But I got a hefty plate, I have ta wait til I've ate my fill of your hate

I'm not bigger than jesus, I'm Just a fuckton better
I'm not thugger than 2Pac I'm a hot trendsetter
I'm smart n witty I work hard too
I'll kick your ass in any class
Specially math, don't have wrath for the school I like it, it's cool
Maybe I'm the fool but I'm having fun on this mad run on this bad pun
On the sad son. On the sad sun. On the sad son. On the sad sun
Yeah Sons stacked like a super star
I guess they'll go super far
I guess I'll go super hard!

I'll go farther than ya'll; even with my fall
You'd never top me; I'm a beast, new king you see
New Elvis new hell this new shell
The mortar strike on you fakes, More to like with my type, Moron listen to me
I'm the shit, New Jeff Gordon, I'm a hit, always recordin
I'm with it, rap lion, I can spit, I ain't lion
I ain't skeetin, call me Ian, rappin feelin like a demon
Feelin like I'm beaming
Fiendin like you're dreaming
Creaming life its seeming
So damn good they screaming

Never gave a fuck what you say
I'm partyin like I'm Janay (Jenny)
N you're burnin like you forest
Note my most is your morest
Note my flow is the forceps
To your lobotomy to me you see you got greedy got me salty
Got me spouting like I'm naughty got me flyin like a Saudi
9/11? Nah I'm outtie. It's bigger its better, I got them wetter
They're wore out like a sweater, but they're heavy sweaters so
The matter is smelly too, Matt n his smelly crew tellin you to fuckin Move
We rolling through, had enough of your poo, better than the land of oo

Enough with this im tired
You got me all damn wired
But my gun has fired
Like I said, I'm tired