Zoetic - Russian Roulette [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse:Zoetic]
You dont wanna be around, when i smoke a quarter pound, so loud itll burn down the whole town
Bussin super flows, when im high or feelin low, better hope that you can float like a boat cause you might drown
I be pushin that rock, up on the track my momentum won't stop
Off on a bender, im cold as december when i put this bomb together itll put you in a box !
Rhyming stop whining
Im squashing grapes like a viking
Destroying that hymen until inside her pussy im sliding
Then i hit it from the back
Got her screaming zac
As i give her ass a smack
Bouncin on my lap
Imma put her in a sack
When im in the loveshack
Stick it like a thumbtack
Till i make her spine crack
Bustin like a gat splat
Ok, im back
Got a little off track
But imma come with the crack
This music is my, calling, with the pencil on the pad im like a lyricist
Im climbing never falling, feels like ive waited a thousand years for this
Been shrouded in the shadows now its time to step out and shine
Never slowin down when im on my grind
Kickin crazy flows like all the time
You dope? Stop fuckin lyin
Me tho? Got the heart of a lion
I be hearin all half ass verses
Blast il hearse em
Attack ill hurt em
Throw a tomahawk across a bloody room never seen it comin all you heard was whoosh! Now you layin in a pool
These dudes, are clueless
When it comes to music
Cause im too amusin
Leaves haters wit bruises
They toothless, beat em down to the ground with these iron two fist
For Spittin dr suess rhymes like, red fish and blue fish
Smokin hocus pocus
Everybody notice
When im wearin my chain shine like a bowl of goldfish
Orchestratin all these rhymes, mr hollands opus
Mesmerizin flow, watch me go hypnosis
Tryna lay off the double time, but i can't control it
I just gotta show it, cause the haters loathe it
Everybody diss it but they wish that they can kick it like a chopper that be killin composition wit another transition

I light em up, shut em down
Front my homie, wit a pound
Flood the streets i, flood the town
Won't stop, till i, got the crown
Bob yo, head, shake it, around
Speakers, bumpin, from the, sound
Badump bump bump, when i come from the slums
Crashin in the harbor and takin every last crumb
Like a desperate bum
Cause im a conundrum
Sun tzu this the art of war, always lookin for more
Splashin blood on the walls
When im up in her walls
Smear it down the halls
Yea this the murder call
Murk em all? Yea i murked em all
Be ready for the curves when you tryna ball
Actin like you hard when i seen you boutta week ago buyin shit at the mall at a kiosk stall
Time to close up shop
808's knock
Pullin down my zipper screamin suck my cock
Lemme slow down clocks
Sabastian bach
Spittin double time and i got it on lock
At the speed of six machs
Break the sound barrier like aircraft carriers the way i carry words is doper than a bag of heroin
First number when you count, im the one, muthafucka i won