Terminal Knowledge - Engelbert Humperdinck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Term K]:

They said describe my rivals with a single word -- underling
Whatchu think, I can't see you swing from your puppet strings?
A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes
We stay fly like a lesbian seagull -- Engelbert Humperdinck
Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline
Fist bump and bounce to the square, ride out
On top of shit, y'all imcompetent
"Lean wit it, Rock wit it"? Please put a sock in it
Grease in the palms with a finsky, I'm awfully skimpy
Spit in my food, dawg, I tip cheap
Keep your cold, we be leaving speakers blown
When we creeping on what we creeping on
A chorus gone Bombs Over Baghdad, pbblt! Oh baloney
I support the cause #JosephKony
No shit, one time for the Wolf's Head
Scroll and Key's skull and bones, cronies with no cojones
Hold the phone! It's the thorn in your side
Scorned and despised by the Lord in the skies
I'm a stoner and a hippy who's known for getting lippy
Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy
You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy
And a Mr. Pibb, use the swizzle stick to mix the whiskey
I'm pretty tipsy; it's time to face an audience
Fuck slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this bitch
Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes
A sight unseen atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels
Break-fast, what a mashugana putz
Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust
The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners
I'm a fountian of knowledge, watch the geyser burst
Germ-free, Term sure to warsh up
And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood
They say I mumble, dumb luck -- staying humble
Until the day come, these mo'fuckas pay him double
I take an odd job and do a shotty
So who gon' stop me? Not The Mod Squad or the Illuminati
We mean business, no cheap gimmicks
Just flea-ridden sleaze, steez in the beat kitchen
Free written spit, y'all stem and seed picking
We sit and cheif piff 'til we ski lifted, bitch
Braggadocio, I fucking rock
Do you plan to vote for Anti-Social or Uncle Tom?
I'm so handsome, shit, that's what my mommy says
Cro-Magnon, shit, that's fucking obvious
Cause I growl and fling poo with my hands
Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayon
Hot as a pot of pea soup
Done shot the breeze with Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Picchu
It's hard to hear you; rappers sound like R2D2
Fuck nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup
Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that
If you're born a dog, you can't just die a cat
Read the Riot Act, teary eyes and a pale face
I'm chopping gangster rails on the periodic table
I gotta be stopped... psh, probably not
Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop
I'm 'bout to drop

It's so eeeeeaaaaasy
Beach Squad, coming out with a DRO EP
Fucking suck a dick and stuff, dawg