Will and The Mix - Mislead Fame [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Kids at school hear my shit but what about the rest of you
I mean who’s gonna search for pricks, unless you’re a homosexual
The net’s full of crap, I advertise on what does the Fox Say?
Then people say they hate my rap and tell me that I’m gay
Reply telling me to kill myself and suffocate myself with a flannel
I don’t give a shit about your hate, you WILL subscribe to my channel
I’ve left like 250 pieces of spam on Wrecking Ball
To be honest I’m surprised that Google are letting on YouTube at all
And this is for you Larry Page with your page that earns you wage
You fags put me in a blue mood
Because Google Plus made me hate YouTube
These tracks are specifically made to attack
Your crap’s metaphorically made to make cash
My lyrics are wrote to let me fight and lash out
You even dare to doubt me and rip your eye lash out
I get 300 views or so; well that’s not enough
I want 1000, 10000 but I’m just having bad luck

(Ha! Gay)

You fags think I’m not serious and I’ll give up, that’s is just a faze
Well then you must be delirious, I won’t stop, can’t you tell by my face
I’m saying, two is a company but three is a crowd
So piss off Kirky K, (ha) I’m only joking you’re allowed
It’s just type name is not impressed with those lyrics you spoke
So it’s a good job we’re not an official label cause if we were, we’d be broke
You hear that beeping in the background well that’s my heart beat
It’s going a bit slow though, like my engine so check up on my spark lead
Because I’m laid in the park sleeping and I can’t breathe
If you want an analogue visual on me then plug me into the scart lead
Because I just think and feel like I’m not really being noticed
I feel alone with my music, in a desert possibly seems the remotest
Yeah I’m back in the game
Yeah I’m back just the same
Made some shit, wait this sounds just the same
Come on change the record I think you’ve gone and left it on loop again
This isn’t just an example; this is my main aim
I’m not telling you this generic shit again, by now you know my name
(Will)
(Mix)
(You fag)
(Go kill yourself)
(Fuck you)

I hardly get any views; people prefer to watch steaming piles of shit
The Fox, Harlem Shake, Gangnam Style, they’re all shit
Can’t you people tell these piles of shit are a joke?
Can’t you people tell that by the media you’re provoked?
To watch this aimless crap and give random Koreans money
They’re not serious, can’t you see ‘em, they’re funny
I’m hear to knock these fags right out of the game
But after my first two tracks, it’s like I’m feeling the same
But the difference is, I’m poor, I’ve had to make my own pop shield
But not even that filter can with stand me I got lyrical yield