The Judge - Sub [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bout to make this meek mill dis track
Nigga me and you rap battlin is a motherfuckin mismatch
That why your bottom lip need a fuckin tic tac
Bout to beat you three times in a row call that tic tac toe
Take your ho
You already fuckin know
That my flow need i say any more
*beat drops*
Why are you speaking your just a fuckin copy cat
If you want a problem just let me take out fuckin the gat
If you are a pussy do I need to call you a cat?
Straight fact, 4x
Pockets on super fat
Nigga you should already know that
Just getting started
That's why when you rap you sound like your brain just farted
When I rap it sound the hardest hottest ever artist
Even when you in the cut making beats
You sound like a sponsor for autism speaks

(announcer) please rise

I don't why these haters try to see to my demise
But i see through there disguise

(announcer cuts in)the king is now in the building

Bars is so sick that i start fuckin killing
Still i'm the king havin these peasant niggas calling me sire
I get what i desire
Like a flame thrower i spit nothing but fire
......................
(announcer) the judge decides that you are sentence for your whole fate
You shall die one this date
1/9/2014
*HITTING OF GAVEL*