Throw'd, the Unstable - Digusting Depression [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Throw'd, the Unstable]
I scratch my eyes 'til I start to cry blood and think of my demise
Exorcise me father, never mind, I don't want this life
God protect me, ahh! Pause the blessing
Snot falls on bedsheets, not, false, I'm empty, HA!

(Practice makes perfect) Shut the fuck up, fuck practicing
I write half the half-dopest lines when I'm half asleep
Time ticking by and I'm passing the average week
In half of the time it takes to slide through an ass' cheeks

Oklahoma City Bombing, dying in a lullaby
Losing all appendages, fire burning you alive
Casualty percentages at an all time high
The kinda images that make you trust suicide

Mean demeanor, steaming out the ears, fuck a wiener cleaner
Feed her semen, beat the meat with diseased heated fecal pieces
Bleeding semen on the floor, pinkest juices gushing from a whore, we need jesus
Nothing more, St. Peter, get a squeegee please sir

I didn't please her
I did something involving scissors and some tweezers
"God, what did I ever do to deserve this?"
Duct taped, face down, removed the whole uterus

Why would you describe such terrifying content?
Think about all the shitty people who ain't born yet
Sandy Hooks massacre, 9-11 passengers
Columbine's maddest nerds, Trade Center managers


[Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2)
Bars? Fuck 16, I go 24
Rhymes? Take them all bitch, I got plenty more
Time? I don't believe in that shit anymore
Life?....Disgusting depression


[Verse 2: Koncepte]
Sometimes I think an abortion is doing a favor
Would you want to be born inside of a world full of haters?
I can't stand it, it makes me sick to my stomach
All this hatred inside this world and you wonder why I inhale paper

Lesson learned, don't judge a book by its cover
Innocent until proven guilty and that's all that should matter
I'm fucking sick of the stereo-typical bullshit
Taking over the airwaves, so fuck it, I quit

I'm not watching it anymore bitch, I'm changing the channel
But what will that change? It's still going to be there tomorrow
So I guess I will just relax and take a swig from the bottle
"But what will that change?" That's a hater's favorite motto

And I will pop every single one of them in the head
By the end of this convo, it's almost time for credits
And when they start rolling, you're going to see how far we done made it
In all due time, Konceptual Dreamz, they crave it, Koncepte!


[Verse 3: Throw'd, the Unstable]
Headaches like encephalitis, migraines, I adjust the brightness
To the highest vibrancy, vibrant like a hi-liter
Stop me while I'm at my finest, though I'm trying to be the nicest
Drop me in a pool of spikes and never look back

Every tendon irritated, jawbone dislocated
Spinal fractures indicate I'm medically intoxicated
Mentally inebriated, fuck the doctor, I'm a monster
Fuck the possibility my heart might falter

You never hesitate to agitate me
Lately I'm not adequately satisfied with life, shit, maybe I'm mismanaging
Nah, I'm absolutely positive there's no such thing as homage
Half the people talking at me I never acknowledge

I think about death & suicide every day
I wanna kill but I try to keep those feelings at bay
I can hide a body like a fucking needle in hay
Once I slit a few throats, I'll be back to sane

[Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2)

K-O-N-C-E-P-T-E & T-H-R-O-W-D
The Unstable

AhhhHHHHH KONCEPTUAL DREAMZ!!!