Ric - Picklebuck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Trent Holt]
Bitches love me because I’ve got a hairy buttcrack
I snort crack
Watch porn as
Kick Steve Buscemi in his fucking nutsack
You weed rap?
Man, Fuck that
I’m on some PCP
Take a hit, dude
And do Jiu Jitsu with Mace Windu
A ditch just won’t offend me
I hear them and I chop up more powder, dude
And all it does is make me more powerful
When I’m at that liquor store
Don’t look at me, I’m shopping bitch
But when I got the mask on
Get down because I’m robbing it
Told my parents I was going to rap
They told me, “Try it trent!”
They heard my tape
And sent me off to see a Psychiatrist
Need my medication for psoriasis
It’s getting in my eyes and shit
Probably going to be dead by the time I finish writing this
It’s LB, Nipple Gang
Fucking Teen Titan, bitch
I talk to dead people
And got them to ghost write the shit
If you’re scared
Don’t be a bitch
Go buy a gun, then
Guarantee, when I die
I’m going out like Ryan Dunn did
Ill enough to go up to Cher
Call her a stupid whore
Fuck her, get her number
Then fly away on a unicorn
My brain’s about the size of an acorn
Went to distant levies [?] and saw them filming a gay porn
My brain’s fried
I’ve got a quarter gone
Me and Sean are Cheech and Chong
Bong rip
Hot-Box a porta john
Yeah
And don’t mention me like the lord in vain
I’m Voldemort and rapping
And he [you] must not be named
I rap on supersonic depressants
You can play my music backwards for Illuminatic messages

[Hook]
Leedle, Leedle
Picklebuck
(Picklebuck!)
Leedle, Leedle
(Leedle!)
Picklebuck
(Pickle!)
Leedle, Leedle
(I got a pickle!)
Picklebuck
Leedle, Leedle
Lunch Bunch
Bitches
Lunch Bunch
(Bitches!)
Lunch Bunch
Leedle, Leedle
Picklebuck
(Pickle!)
Leedle, Leedle
Lunch Bunch
(Fuck.)
Sincerely
With a fruit cup

[Verse Two: Trent Holt]
Dude, what
I keep my shit tight, you’re just a loose butt
Screw guns, save the ammunition just to shoot sluts
Check my shirts and all you see it cats and kittens
There ain’t nothing at my school
But a bunch of fake ass bitches
I’m sick of all you lames that act the same
I guess I’m different
And I’m sick of nagging bosses
Bitching while I’m washing dishes
In school I never said much
Too busy plotting red-rum
Suburban, swerving, lurking in your closet with a handgun
Fuck everybody else
Nipple Gang bangs harder
We bless shit
Your parents banging in your bedroom
I’m not a faggot rapper clown
That has to go down town
Because he’s too fake
To film his videos on Bennet Lane
Shit, might have to attack and rob a bitch
You have to keep it moving when you have a lack of confidence
It’s ludacris
The bodies in my backyard is numerous
Stick my nuts inside my microwave and get a tumor, bitch
It isn’t humorous
And please, I don’t express exuberance
Stab him in his fucking funny bone
And leave him humorous
It’s do or die
And likely I'll demise because of suicide
Kick a fucking bucket
Because I’m straight up out the sewer pipe
I, go to the produce market
That’s where the girls are
Record myself jacking off
And post the shit on World Star
You got a problem?
You can eat shit and die
And you can call me the illest motherfucker alive
(Faggot)

[Outro]
Yeah, (x3)
Where the buck shot?
Uhh, (x3)
And I’m feeling like the illest motherfucker alive (x3)
And I…
And I’m feeling like the illest motherfucker alive (x3)
The illest
Bitches
Bye