Danimal Lector - Count To Six [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

One take, no bloopers
Name any kid thats smoother
I'll leave your head detached, hangin' like Mr. Cooper
You're gonna need more than band aids and sutures
Like the goddamn glue, I'm super
A juicer, its true, sir
Living for the moment, not the future
Like the show, you're the biggest loser
You an H. Commuter, I've managed to maneuver
Through verses and damage this computer
You? You're like a man that's neutered
Don't even waste your time trying to come
Cause with battling, this mans a trooper
Manhandle hooters
Stand, and shoot her
With a big cock, like a gigantic rooster
Me? Daniel, Junior
Outlandish humor
And I don't mean crashin' Mercuries when I say I'm slammin' cougars
Once I ran through her
I'm gone in 60 like Nic Cage, I'm ice cold, you can call me Van Couver

[Hook: Danimal Lector]

It goes one for the money
Two for the pills
Here's three reasons why I'm ill
I got skills, I do
I'm a chill white dude
I don't care if I don't make a mil, like you
Four for the honies
Five for you dummies
Fuck with me get carried by the six, buried quick
So on the count of six, you better split

[Verse Two: Danimal Lector]

I was the badass, back of the class, underprepared
The type to light up a blunt during D.A.R.E
Battle me? You got a better chance hunting a bear
Bearhanded, exactly, it's fucking rare
I murder rappers cause none compare
I call 'em J.T, they cry rivers while they runnin' scared
I got plenty of drugs, but none to share
Stratfords mine, motherfucker, I'mma run for mayor
Ask your girl if you're unaware
That thing in my underwear, well it hangs like Rapunzels hair
Dude, I'm scorchin' recordings
When performin', you're boring, like Mormons
Cooking beef up like a foreman
Have you wishing you were never born like orphans
Step and get served for free, man, like Morgan
You're done, put the fork in
I'm a beast, half bull, like Jordan
Other half, bear, like Orton

[Hook: Danimal Lector]

It goes one for the money
Two for the pills
Here's three reasons why I'm ill
I got skills, I do
I'm a chill white dude
I don't care if I don't make a mil, like you
Four for the honies
Five for you dummies
Fuck with me get carried by the six, buried quick
So on the count of six, you better split