Young Whippersnapper - Or Else [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Young Whippersnapper]
What it do, bitch?
This was premeditated like a well-prepared Buddhist
Let me paint it for you:
A picture's worth a thousand words
A verse is worth a hundred
And a good one's worth a thousand worse
I tried golf, but I got too good at that shit
Then I grabbed a mic and ripped the game up with a hatchet
Then I stitched it up, I guess that you could call me Lilo
When I'm rapping this dope I sell my albums by the kilo
I'm making that dough, you can call me Homer Simpson
My rhymes are so suited you can call 'em Barney Stinson
You're looking at me crooked kinda like you have a lazy eye
My jokes are so bad that I put 'em on my cheesy fries
I don't mix the beat, I don't know how to amalgamate
And if you want an album, you're about to wait
An album date has not yet been decided
And CDs are expensive
My rhymes take time
You can see these are extensive
An ice cream treat, whipped this up in a McFlurry
But this is a rare exception, I don't like to get hurried
I don't like to feel scared and 9/11 made me worry
So I took away a two and then I drank an orange slurpee

[Verse 2: Young Whippersnapper]
Two plus two, then add ejaculation
Cause my forthcoming shit is about to whack a nation
On the side of the head, Good Morning America
Cale is for real, and if his warning is scaring ya'
Then take a deep breath, I assure you that my caveat
Is all these weak rhymes need to stop, like, can we not?
On a good day, you can rhyme one syllable
Oh, and that big head of yours, is it fillable?
Wait, you like marijuana? Oh, gee, cool
Tell me how you like college, wait, no, preschool
Typically I'm one for silence
Now I'm rapping violence
You are not Gambino but you're really acting childish
Though this is only the beginning
You all claim you're in first, I'm in the fucking ninth inning
I'm running circles, got your fucking eyes spinning
Here's a victory for Urkels everywhere: I'm winning
You know I gotta shine
I need one or two lines like a dollar sign
I am so facetious, I do this in jest
But I'm spicier than curry that these Buddhists ingest
Though you've probably never heard of me
I am killing, burning, tearing in the third degree
You flaccid rappers better watch yourselves
As a threat, what has Cale here got? Or else