Clay North - Nasty (Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Clay North]
Ayo I'm hot like a sauna, my man tried to warn ya
If I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm killin' 'em, call the coroner
Cursin' everybody, shakuruvu like a foreigner
This game's gettin' suspicious
Tell these bitches I'm onto ya
Like a detective, I took your shit, inspect it
That shit's cool but I'm the wrong dude to mess with
So check the method, I'm so reckless with the lines
No drugs, I'm fine, high off life
The only time they act like thugs
Is whenever they're online, a lot bigger on Twitter
I'm Sum 41, all killer no filler
Now I'm feelin' like a mac with a 6 pack of Miller
Back for a deal to get stacks of skrilla

[Verse 2: Clay North]
Grew up in the nineties, for all them behind me
Either rewind me or you can kiss my white heinie
Faggots stop your whining, I thought I made it clear
I'm strong like Hennessey, you're a low fat beer, ya queer
Too much relaxin', now I'm back for the action
For a while I was absent, drinkin' Guinness with Absinthe
To rekindle the passion, now you can see me flashin'
Tearin' new holes, in these wack rappers asses
And for the record, you know they ain't half as ill
Yeah I'm fat as hell, eatin' Wagon Wheels and Happy Meals
Crazy like half a pill, I got my own Guru
Calls me Mr. Mass Appeal
Said it was only a matter of time before I blew and catch a deal
When you hear me say pass the steel
I mean the fuckin' mic, get it right, you're dead wrong
Too strong, King Kong, got my little sing song
On your girls ringtone, what can I say, I'm in my zone

[Verse 3: Clay North]
I'm scarier, than a pit bull terrier
Causin' hysteria in a public school area
Lock jaw, tear at ya, I'll fuck around, bury ya
You can bring a friend, I'mma find, kill the pair of ya
Monster, stomp ya, keep playin' I'll pop ya
Thinkin' your hard because you heard of Big Poppa
I'll rock ya like a baby's cradle
'Cos I'm willing and able to cut you off like a microphone cable
Far from stable, yo I'm ready to snap
I'll slap your girl in the ass just to see you react
And, to see her blush, and to see you rush
So I can bust you in the head with a can of Premium Dutch
And some people think that I'm a little bit much
But I throw my fingers up, in God's son we trust
And I don't give a fuck if you're blood or cuz
'Cos ain't nothin' gonna stop my buzz
So tell me what's good