Bishop Lamont - Where The Wild Thingz R [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Bishop Lamont]
This is this is where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
This is this is where the wild things are
The wild things are
Where the where the wild things are

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
Lets get liquor from the fucking liquor store
And get way fucked up like we did before
Which way is up I can't tell no more
I've been spinning and spinning
My brain's swimming and swimming
Hardcore I'm dirty as the floor in the project buildings
Robbed three days straight saying [?] raw
Rhyme style funky yeah j-just like my balls
Gun clappers, my niggas will give you applause
A standing ovation, you in violation
You bitch niggas looking like Rhythm Nation
Looking all glittery, saw a cliterous, pussy nigga learly
You need a pap smear, my near spread severe
Venereal diseases through the stereo Jesus
Hip hop need me to bring in the cure, pick up the pieces
Let's move it move it move it, now as I proceed
My niggas and niggettes blaze up your weed
Rock on, real hip hop is back up in this bitch

[Hook 2: Bishop Lamont]
Now put your lighters in the air
Your lights in the air
Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah
Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah
I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on

[Verse 2: Apathy]
Ayo, hold up a second Bishop man, you know you dead wrong
It ain't a real party if it ain't my Honkey Kong
Let me fuck this mic up it won't take that long
Ayo, I'm every MC, it's all of me
But I'm less Heavy D much more Steady B
So in static when the TEC stutter, hold it steadily
Keep it sturdy, flip the birdie, rip the ruger readily
In this belt strap, raps that disintegrate and melt wax
Lumps on your skull, better start rocking elf hats
Ap never held back, never bit my tongue
Rather sever it and load it like a clip into a gun
I be merging, with swords I'm a surgeon
Keep the power surging, like I decapitated the Kurgan
Label us "dirty version", fucking a dirty virgin
Fuck it, Ap is a vermin, chugging 'yac with the bourbon
The back of a suburban, head wrapped in a black turban
Observing a bitch bobbing her head in my lap burping
Bubbles I'm steady bursting, swooping and Silver Surfing
Fighting, cussing and cursing
Rappers don't know it's curtain
Gotta stay current kinda like electric circuits
Your verses ain't perfect, they're ineffective and worthless
Pray to who you worship, forfeit before I pull the four fifth
Carry more coffins than a forklift
On a military base deep in Saigon during Vietnam
With a ho singing me a song
Like, "Oh my so horny. Me love you long time."
Wearing black, carry gats like kids in Columbine

[Hook 2] {x2}
Now put your lighters in the air
Your lights in the air
Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah
Now wave 'em round and round, side to side hell yeah
I put my sports jersey's and my Timbs back on
Change clothes nigga, it's the reverse of this song