Slothface - House by the Swamp [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Harold McSloth]
Just like a flash in the pan
Me and Dratch back to thrash it again
Like Metallica, Slayer, put your hands in the air
Jazzy like some Ray Ayers, ya boy's a player
Of this game, obviously mane
I gotta keep my self control, rap health critical
So I gotta save it, I'm 2 Big for my britches
I'm too sick, gotta burn all these bridges
Down to the ground, clown with the sound
That's why I joke and smoke alot
At least I got a good poker shot
More often than not, I'll provoke a cop
To say "whoa, there stop"
Look and listen, I'll left-hook a kitten if she ain't fuckin' listenin'
Glistenin' in my own beats
And homie, I'm quick to disown these cronies
Who try and scold me, ho please
Make way for me and my accomplice
Dratch to the face with the phattest of tapes
Weird, unlike faggots who are attracted to apes
Wait, is that offensive?
"I wonder if he meant it"
Demented and often censored
Dead baby collectors coppin' placentas
Plea coppin' as soon as I entered

[Verse 2: Dratchface]
They used to call me Johnny Two-Coats
Dratchface got more ho’s than polysucrose
Ill from the tip of his toes to his Jew nose
I spit venom yo, don’t get too close
Slothface is an engaging spectacle
The hip-hop equivalent of an aching testicle
That’s clever, I confess
Dratch rock louder than the Rebel INS
He won’t shut up about Instectah Deck and Protect Ya Neck
Get some newer references
Time for a massive redux
Rhymes comin' up out his throat like acid reflux
That’s three bucks man, this ain’t no charity
And don’t take my name in vain or be tried for heresy
It’s embarrassing, Christ, who’s that cracka?
Dratch about to bust like BOOMSHACKALACKA