BOY FROOT - KILLIN' SPREE [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[FROOT]
Back when rap wasn't cool, hit some tracks right after school
Smoked some sacks, gained attritubes, stacked some cash, I gnabbed the loot
Watch ya stash, I'll grab it too, why you think they call me Froot?
I ain't growin' by the roots, I'm up in a tree
I'll knock you out ya fuckin' boots, you'll know that it's me
Boy Froot's on the loose and he's on a killin' spree
And the bullets that he shoots are always in threes
Got some disputes with the holy trinity
The absolute ghost that you see in your sleep
Your body is the host so his soul can be free
You just got diagnosed with the spirit emcee
The playa with the most, he holds the skeleton key
I'm goin' coast to coast, Space Ghost knows the most
He hosts the dopest ass show, Boy Froot, whatchu know
Finna shoot if you go give me tude, I'm bout to blow
You actin' rude I'm goin home pick up my brews and then I'm gone
Step out the door, check my phone, leave a message at the tone
Record my homies in a song

[HOMIE ON THE PHONE]
Ayy nigga, whattup Boy Froot? What you doin' wit deez days mane?
Ayyyyy, yo, hit me back homie

[KEIKI]
Yo, I got the bag of bones, see me
A mass of stacks squealin' past, huffin' gas and hash with my homies
Peace to inner [???] bitch you get her knees split, throat slit
Get thrown in the komodo pit
Speakin' of it it seems fit to let you know
Your whole fam's poisoned, fatal to a lethal dose
[???] memory erased
Strap you up and dope you up, ship you off to outerspace
When you finally arrive at homebase, you gettin' tortured in about a hundred different ways
BF CBK DTP

WE ON A KILLIN' SPREE

[SHARXXX]
Hit me with the yellow fellow codeine syrup got me mellow
Never tell the police nothin lyin' like my damn Geppetto
Mr. Officer, I don't know how the bodies got there
This shit is a rental car, 150 doll hairs
This is just a box cutter got it from my job
And that sack with the dollar sign on it I swear I didn't rob
Now I'm off in my beater whip
DTP meetin' at the Pizza Hut talkin' bout them people that we need to hit
Hits speakers harder than Ike and fuckin' Tina did
You know what I mean, lean, weed and PCP
Got me laughin' at some shit I probably didn't see
Probably get yo dumpster smoked if you talkin' shit to me
B-oy Froot has got a rifle to shoot
And I am liable to use this knife and make your guts loose
Sharxxx and Prof on the move, we ain't got nothin' to prove
But you gon see soon enough how Michiganders is done groove, Prof

[AGGRESSIVE PROFESSOR]
Alright then, so I'll introduce myself
My expertise is murder I use it to reappropriate wealth
As far as conspirators, I'd say mine are top shelf
Boy Froot, Sharxxx and Keiki, yeah bad for health
Screams (aaaaahhhhhh) your screamin's just like music to my ears
Yeah go ahead and scream but it ain't gonna stop us comin'
You ain't gonna outrun me in this truck with the engine runnin'
Horn blarin' to drown out your final cries
Death on the blackened skies cuz there (ain't no sunshine)
I ain't finished yet you ain't ever gonna forget
When Boy Froot's here there just (ain't no sunshine)
Don't mess with Keiki when he's on his killin' spree
You know he is when there (ain't no sunshine)
DTP you should have been told
We'll make your body cold when there (ain't no sunshine when she's)
DEAD, on a killin' spree, pistols to your head
Boy Froot and me, leavin bodies in the shed
Prof and Keiki turnin chalklines red
You wanna fucks with me? ho go an smoke a blunt instead
We
[SHARXXX on the phone]
First saved message:
Ayo Boy Froot, whassup motherfucker, it's Sharxxx. Ay listen man, I just got a pizza
That shit was fuckin' cold, I'm bout to fly off the handle alright I'm bout to fuckin' freak out
I'm bout to reach the end of my rope, alright I'm reachin' the point of no fuckin' return motherfucker
You know what I mean? Ay listen, ay get your get your guns come on pick me up at 7 let's go on a killin' spree. It's on. Hit me back playa