Wildcard - Take a Mile [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dead Poet]

You can't diss me
I gave you them venomous flows, and remember what the fuck I did to Emily Rose?
We could be friends or just pretend to be foes
When hell freezes over, let it be froze
Cuz bitch I’m the boogie man
Harpoon in hand like a shark in a hoodie and a dark bolo in hand
My flows alone are enough to tear a heart from a man
Evaporate his soul and turn his carcass to sand
I thought by any means getting large was plan till you turned bitch on me
Saw the darkness and ran
I gave you my all, to the best of my abilities
You started popping pills, got depressed and wasn’t feeling me
You even had kids with the bitch that tried killing me
I guarantee you’ll never find a living soul as ill as me
You stupid motherfucker, stay faithful to the bitch
Relationships untwist, breaking faces with your fist
Levitating in the mist and putting staples in your wrist
You gonna sit there and insist that fucking Satan don’t exist?

[Hook x2: Dead Poet]

I give you an inch and you go and take a mile
I give you a gift and you go and change the style
Should’ve known it was easy for a snake to fake a smile
If you hated me back then, I bet your ass you’ll hate me now

[Verse 2: Wildcard]

It’s getting dangerous in here
You feel it like a train of rush all up through you with the darkness that’ll makes the angels hush
And I ain’t kidding, it’s time to stop the train up
It’s like the good twin maybe had to meet the doppelganger
Phil’s down but Wildcard is up in the clouds, don’t fuck with me now
I’m trying to tie this buckle around my arm to shoot me up to heaven but my lucks running out
Shruggin' love off like another shovels dug in the ground
You wander all the locked cemeteries of town to carry him down inside a carriage various sounds
Are coming out the night declaring that the fair is around
I hate when motherfuckers say “I hope my parents are proud”
My moms fine, pops staring the sheriff right now inside a dark penitentiary where Aryan’s growl
And if I catch you huffing then I’m tearing your mouth open
Reach down your throat and rip your larynx out
Don’t dare me to pound, I’m very into carrying out these problems [?]
That’s why the first hooker looking at me, glaring me down
I tell the preacher “yo, you might as well marry us now”
I’m wearing this crown so welcome to my merry-go-round of all emotions overflowing and it’s stereo sound
Want with me then you’re danger area bound
You’re better off trying to stare a pitbull terrier down
Till my grandmother comes down and to carry me out
Believe in angels till I’m buried in my burial ground
Now I see why I was born cesarean style
The pussy couldn't take me then, it ain't burying me down


[Hook x2: Dead Poet]

I give you an inch and you go and take a mile
I give you a gift and you go and change the style
Should’ve known it was easy for a snake to fake a smile
If you hated me back then, I bet your ass you’ll hate me now

[Verse 3: Dead Poet]

I wonder if she knew I was a paranoid, delusional, schizophrenic psycho when I told her she was beautiful
The wicked wizard of oz, blood sticking to gauze, my heart riddled with scars, my brain sicker than sores
My name is Bobby, I’m poetry in the flesh
I’m the alpha and omega
A portion of me is blessed
The other portion is distorted and torturing me to death
I’m like an orphan in the rain, I can’t afford to be this stressed
Plus, my alter ego stops me from walking legal
Talking evil to an awful lot of people; I’m deceitful
I deceive them when I speak, lying through my fucking teeth again
My secret friend has got me fucking flying off the deepest end
So why should we pretend that we will never beef again?
Knowing deep within the both of us we sleeping close to sin
I look into the mirror and all I can see is evil grin
Then I take the angel dust and I begin to breath it in
I used to snatch purses to purchase Seagram's gin
Now I’m strapping a fucking bomb to the hearse you’re leaving in