Tier On3 - Shook One's (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1- (Tier On3)
Suck my dick with a reck a dental content
Throw ya cash in your sentimental mosh pit
Now what ya dumb ass gotta rap for
I'm doper when i choose to rap backwards

Your last ride in a Rav 4
Time to fumigate the pest with a wrapped cord
The pens better than a stacked sword
A pic is worth a thousand cracked wards

What does that make me stand for
I'm not Slim Shady but he's my main factor
With Tech N9ne's flow and a fast scorch
Other emcees make me laugh hard

You got skill to transport
You still in the game
You on a whack board

No listen so you tripping bitching
I'm Satan's son the hottest in the kitchen
When I'm ripping like Freddy with a drill and
My screws are loose I'm a put the clip in

My F bombs can't be diffused
I don't need my volume to be reduced
Cuz drugs get your brain removed
Doesn’t mean it gives you a lyrical excuse

Todays rap has been moved to tombs
Because most of ya tracks that you produce
Belong on the bottom of my supra shoes
Words of shrapnel bout to go through the mood

Got my pen up inside my holster
My lyrics have a greater range than a rover
Stand up on your toes like you a poser
Your a disgrace to get clapped up by my loader

Put the rubber on the mic
So when it explodes it’s provided with safety
You get mad about my skills to write
You should because you’ll never trace me

R kelly's anus don't come close
To pin point any category of shit on me
Cuz he's mad that his pants had a piss and queef
Narcotics below my bricks and weed

If you payed attention
My words are off beat
Oops I'm just kidding ah I made you peek
Slim shady I must be
The missing baby I'm so crazy

Well I’m back
And I gotta numerous amounts of chainsaws
To cut the individual bodies
That your manager already laid off

No ones trying to take any shots at you
Cuz all the shrapnel that you ingest
My stomachs bulging with a rock of doom
You think your dope you need to check

Sticky finger licking picking drippings
I wrote this in my grave do you dig it
Dividends paid in ridiculous writtens
I'm about to slow down please listen

Cuz

I’m recking every second
With the clock when I be flexing
Causing tension to your section
With the block
When I be repping

No compound to my complexion
Dirty mirrors with confessions
Stating deals
Making bills
Till it causes me depression

Anilyst how ya feel
I star in movies and Your in films
It’s not a stab to ya will
It’s a jab on how to kill
Hyper optic lenses make ya rhymes stand still
Now I know that I'm a menace when I'm the nights time feel

Hatters call me out instead of complaining over text
I got more metaphors and similes to make me out your vex
I got more semaphores and symphonies to take out all the rest
I’ll sting ya like a killer bee that I be aiming toward ya chest

But I'm
Making the light out of bad situations
I lest ya I'm tight with good girls not behaving
I bet ya I'm right about
Having rad stimulations
I give the impression of my vesting as a ration
I live to my intentions leaving my disasters waiting

Ya don't want to beef with me
When ya holding up the bacon
I be baking for the taking when I'm at 95 degrees
I'm engraving in the blazing when I'm on tiny high trees

When ya got real stats
You don't got to steal fame
But better act upon it fast
Before I take it all away
Life is a buck a gas
You attempt to beat the fast lane

I'm going at supersonic DAB's (Decibels And Beats)
Your flowing at stupid chronic rays
Your a leaf in the breeze
Ya got lucky with ya dream
Taking craps on streaks
They create a little stain

Picasso with the art my art makes a vivid picture
It’s hollow at the start
Night stars
State a livid wisher
Lets follow at the mark
Tight bars make a rapid fissure

Emcees are get caught dead between my line of symmetry
Hoes give hot head between my fine administry
Ya don't want to fake out the beast
Because it might fight viciously

Better bring ya smith and westin
You about to get an anal rape
Ace in the hole when my pen is testing
My music better be staying taped

I don't care what ya mouths confessing
Time for Curtain call drapes
Your at the bottom of my name
And I’m the icing on the cake

Spitting flames near ya face
Close your eyes like I'm using mace
The games a stop light road
Destiny rides inside my fate

The fame is a cracked code
I’ll show producers stacked rates
I'm pulling strings without the fates
IDK The future of RAM's state