Smoke One Rap Vibe - Silicone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: MOsh]
All these people look like everybody else
Stupid bitches dumb as fuck, fake injections in their butt
Your lips look as big as my dick
A robot, got no soul, hope you're feeling like shit
I never felt like all the other peeps
Mother fucker, no respect until I got the beats
Oh, now people want to love me? I don't want it, keep
People want stuff they can't get, it don't make sense to me...
But I do that too
I want so many things, fucking you by the pool
But I'll save that for another date
I know I'll make it, not a psychic I just make my fate
Yeah, I'll save that for another date
I know I'll make it, not like most cause they be acting fake
General population is so lost
Copying everyone else, bitch you're the boss
Of your own life

[Bridge: MOsh]
People are so fake
I don't need anyone but myself so let's take
A trip
Let's forget all the bullshit here
Off fuck shit so my metal state is clear
And people are so fake
I don't need anyone but myself so let's take
A trip
Let's forget all the bullshit here
I fuck shit so my metal state is clear bitch!

[Verse 2: Peace]
I saw a couple Ken dolls at the mall
With their women full of plastic, tax brackets full of stall
Bottoms painted red but fuck it. it made them tall
To look down on the clowns who invested it all
I've seen many mannequins
I work retail
Plenty posers in my past, I'll leave out the detail
He sees we're on the rise, too high, the fuck is our low?
A piece of pie he didn't help bake?
It's our hoe
No friends, I got fam, there is a difference
When it comes to this rap shit you're an acquaintance in it
I won't stop until the bass has quitted
And my ass is on the papers with the paper in it
Plastic bastards need to pack it, Luda out the way
Copy's move it to their shit but only truth is here to stay
They sign contracts with dud rockets for some change
I mean how many "Petty Waps" have covered on a mag?
The reality is...
Fake titties exist
Plastic asses are in
And all the Barbies are friends
Brats have big heads
Silicone Eyelids, and they're too blind to see the ignorance in botox grins

[Verse 3: Lawrence Mulrooney]
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
Live inside a dump truck
Pouring mud like a muck causing ruckus in a dumpster
Beat on the walls 'till the beat is installed
Never falling for the pussy, no, I am a gunner
Breaking down walls, made it to another summer
The eighth wonder getting bread like Smuckers
Toast and butter, I roast and I smother
See me leave the beat bleeding underneath the covers

[Bridge: MOsh]