Slothface - Harold on the Mix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Dratchface, mothafucka
Yeah, all up in ya mothafuckin' world
Spittin' some multi-syllabic rhymes over some ill shit
What it do? Let's go

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
With Harold on the mix, this shit’s in the bag
Roll a fat spliff so Dratch can take a drag
And make a brag with a wink to the camera
Lung capacity to laugh at rappers who lack stamina
I love the game like Louie loves Pamela
Ram a calamitous rapper’s ass back to Canada
“Is it Drake? Is it Drake?”
Make no mistake, I’m done fueling the hate
Mewling debate rages with firm regrets
Why does every cop gotta think they’re the next Bernie Goetz?
Spittin' ill shit alongside tourney vets
Fervorous, but won’t stop the flow like tourniquets
Bitch, I’m fucking murderous, fans be saying “Dratch, you’re the best”
I be like, “Is that what the little birdy says?”
I’m on top of the beat like it’s some dirty sex
Dratch is filthier than the bitches I heard he surely gets
I surely do