Potomoes - The Beef [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
For Christ's sake
Lay off it

[Verse 1: Troy Powers]
Yo, my rhymes are ill as hell
And there ain't no remedy
But your lame raps suck more ass
Than a roomful of Kayla's enemies
All she and Natalee do is tell me
That I need to suck their asses
And between Starbucks and Panera
They're the whitest girls in the masses
But in the greatest charade or facade
In all the history of the Pet**p*torap game
And that's saying a lot, is the part
Where I never hated Kayla or Nat
And if you can't see that clearly
Then you're as blind as a bat
Or a little miniature pinscher
After a showdown with a cat
Cause Treyla, Trat, and Treylalee
Are all ships you'd never imagine
And even though I don't believe they'd happen
I'd think the throbbing teen fans
Will be absolutely ecstatic
To find that there ain't even real beef
Between me, Kayla, and Nit-Nat-Nit
So before you start sending death threats
Stop dead in your tracks
Because if there's nothing else to say
Then I'd like you to (suck my ass)