Young Whippersnapper - Crazy Bowls and Raps [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Whippersnapper]
See MJ out on the floor and you will see the swimmer's body getting low
Get so low, just let the body hit the floor
See somebody hit the floor because they passing out, it happened
The club'll go unconscious if they see us out in action
There ain't no doubt about it, the repercussions ain't pretty
You hear that bass though, yeah, that percussion's a ditty
I went to Walgreens, bought some gum for like $8.50
Then I spit the wad out, that watermelon taste shitty
If we never get heard, that would be a pity
Cause we could inspire all the others thinking that they witty
And show 'em what it's about
The pencil, he gets it out, transposes a sick verse, rehearses and spits it out
Lil' step for Lil Cep, leap for rapkind
You prolly wonder: How could two men be that kind?
You're wondering how out of a forehead with hat lines could come the sick bars, the rhymes, and whack lines
He's bad--in fact, I am as well (that's what my momma say)
If it's true? Time, it will tell (and that I'm promising)
Though I'm not quite as bad when we are playing tennis
I am feeling sorry for you when he's drilling like a dentist
You'd better brush up like you've got a sweet tooth
Or he's gonna take your wisdom and you'll have to eat soup
When I'm thinking 'bout that nice butt, I'm thinking 'bout my girlfriend
You're thinking bout that nice butt? You're thinking 'bout your world's end
That rear-end, that worse end to be on that worsened your weekend
I pee on that peon, that person who be on my nerves and I pre-call a hearse, then
This song I won't curse in--not until this verse end
Fuck

[Chorus]
Yeah, that's what we're all about
Them other dudes we're calling out
We're nuclear, we're falling out
That Pontiac, that bomb react
You wonder where your mommy at
She's eating some salami at a fucking Crazy Bowls and Wraps
Yeah, this that fucking Crazy Bowls and Raps
While you kiddos pose and act I'm working my prose, in fact
Ayo Cepillo, go enact the skills and flow we know you have

[Verse 2: Lil Cep]
Crazy bowls and raps, but not the sandwich kind
The one that's spittin' bars, I'm out of my mind
If you're wearin' glasses, you look like you have 4 eyes
I'm spittin' bars, like a poet I got more rhymes
Cotton T-Shirts are my passion, I pick 'em like a slave
I'm not a party guy, I don't really like to rave
If you're tryna mess with me, you got another think comin'
If you in a track race, boy you better start runnin'
When the beat drop, I better see you on the flo
Get your body on the flo and I'll see it gettin' low
Lil Cep's my name, spittin' verses is my game
Young Whipper is the same but we and the ones to blame
Gap Gift Card, an instant classic
My shit's hard, got proof to back it
Lemme tell ya the truth, my name ain't Babe Ruth
I got candy on my mind like i gotta sweet tooth
Middle school sucked, man I'm John Wilkes Booth
No handlebars on this new bike, no pussy popped on that butch dyke
No good mike, no dislike, but lil buddys i don't like
Hit you in the face with a sucker, PIP, PIP, MOTHERFUCKER