Bee Jewell - Pissy Mood [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Look children, I'm tired of playing around
I'll get more violent than Chucky
And the scene will get unlucky if you touch me
I'm finna go in, punch the clock and get busy
The scene will get real iffy if you push me
Gun barrel stuck to the roof of your mouth like Jif peanut butter
And then I could pull the trigger last thing you utter
Be please don't shoo, Blaow!
That's what you get for
Thinking that the Jewellsta would not get with ya
I hit ya, Up though the scene has no balloons
I popped them, I send you to heaven right on the spot cause
There's no stairway, just an exit portal with your name on it
Now its time to show you ain't immortal
Y'all keep pissing me off, steady getting on my nerves
You can get yo willy nilly crew smoke up like herbs
But you know, and I know, that I always be sober
I slash you like a saber wielded by the jedi holder
Its over, talking smack till the smack starts talking back
With a hint of action yes its time to act
Time to exact my revenge on you and your friends
For making my life hell its time to begin the games of death
So clever and maniacal like Saw
Time to clean the school up and I got that Lysol
Disinfect the school of chumps like you even outshine them with the lights on
Yo I'm a iron, I'm just here to press you
My flow is the flu, make you atchu then no bless you
I'm the Bumble Bee Jewell blood clot in your vessels
With that enigmatic flow that twist your mind like a pretzel
Time to get electric, call me Pikachu
When I peek at you, with my zebra crew
Tell you what I'm finna do
See you through the death cycle
I'm finna make them bleed like a menstrual
I'm Bee Jewell, escapee from the asylum
Lot of people don't like me so they degrade my style like its Pinnacle
My style is maple syrup sticky, stick it to your pinnacle
Don't go with the mainstream, knock that shit up off the pedestal
Forget the attendance office especially
They can get they pretty heads' horse stomped, thats my specialty
I'm preaching that real talk like a reverend be
I'm finna Disco Fever on the track like the seventies
I'm not looking for trouble, just a senior year that feels heavenly
Yo I'm the zebra, the most elaborate horse of them all
Welcome to my stall as I transform to Darth Maul
Pull out my double edge sword, I'll cut you all
Might cut myself too
But that's OK because my flow is in your ear like a blue-tooth
Your flow ice cream sweet? Then the crew will scoop you up
Then drop you on your head like a bad mom
Try to keep my flow clean, though sometimes I want to drop the f-bomb
But its alright, I shatter and crush the mic with my might
Leave the studio feeling like it survived a mob fight
I'm spitting that Tommy flow, bound to attract the Pamela's
Hopefully not a Pamela who seems to like the camera too much
But back to business, I got dat Motley Crue
LOOTZ Crew, I'm the Captain, spitting that flow that get stuck in your head like glue
So what it is yo what it do?
I spit many rhymes that meet up at the instrumental rendezvous
My minds Beewilderness got many sounds like colors got hue
And if I ain't got nothing I know I got you
My pissy mood, my pissy mood act a fool