Ska - The Wat [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Can smell the fumes of my empty tank
Barreling down the highway ploting to knock over banks
Who the fuck said your name skank
Keep outa my thought bubbles
While I try to masturbate
Dope as fuck go head have an ounce of dust
While I take you on a trip
That trips back on us
To the place that oozes purple pussy puss
And your looking like you know what the fuck is up
Ska be thinking and blunt ashing
So dont be offended when you ask a question
And I dont reply cause im supa fly
And really high, schemeing how im gonna kill this guy
God fucking dammit
I always got sledge hammers
To break hands and femurs
In the back of a black beamer
Tyring to get the truth so I take a couple tooth
And make you eat glass till you finally puke
Up what I wanna hear you ratted on my nigga
"oh my dear"
Well now we gonna have a swinging time here
Do it old fashion style with a noose and a body
Till the 5th one
My ties are getting sloppy
Used to cut off ears to get paid in poppy
Opium, dopeium
Hell im selling my soul for lunch
Getting brunch with pinkies up
Tea and crumpets, sew me up
Powdered wings and trench coats
Niggas think we came to america on dope boats
Cause we got packed and some of use got smoked
Like rocks from a crack ho
My crystal methods cut with Revolution
Cause im sick and fucking tired of the human existance
And im trying to spread the word peacfully, understand?
But once and a while I just gotta kill a man
My dicks sharp but my knifes in it to win it
Been in a dryspell for a whole minute, till I hit it
Dont scream my name while were fucking
Or else ill go and get a dagger and a bucket
To bleed ya like a stuck pig
I got plenty cops around to cook enough bacon for the kids
Acting straight laced you dont know me im laced
With paste, of crushed up molly and lucy with haste
Cause id love to get my paste on your face
Crocodile heroin, make you feel dead again
Coke cut with dewormers, glad im just a fucking burner
Acid made of RC's
Ill take the reall stuff please
Ya'll fakers living fake lives
Doing fake drugs dont look me in the eye
Bunk shit in Austin, whats this world coming to?
I spent a couple bills and all I got was fake charlie choo
Smoking on newports
Make my childhood memories hurt
Cause I had to make blood squirt
In all directions, leave bad reflections
On my karma
In beruit bakery eating a shwarma
Got no money so I keep harm-onzing
On these beats, rapping feats
Till I got no more soul to my heated flows
And I can't rhyme no more