Eminem - B-Rabbit vs Marv One [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Marv One]
Yo yo, y'all ready for death?
Y'all ready for death?
Marv One the fat killer
The game done got ugly
Let's go
Yo, yo
I seen your type before, you think you're tough
Battle you?
Bitch, you lucky I don't beat you up
In a game of fisticuffs, I'll push your face back
You can't fuck with me, man
Really, just face facts
It's him verses me, in a battle of ten rounds
It's like Muggsy Bogues tryin' to fuck with Jim Brown
Dumb fuck, I'm the type to run amok
Come in the club drunk as fuck
Slap your bitch so we can buck
One hook...
Type of a man the size of Dan Dierdorf
Tryin' to take his ear off like Mike Tyse
I'm quite nice on fight nights
And why he poppin' shit?
I thought he liked life?
Apparently not
I'm incoherently hot
And if I miss you
Then your parents'll be shot
Yo I'm a bad boy, bitch it's on
I'll put 44's in your chest like you Rick Mahorn

[B-Rabbit]
Hold on faggot, let me turn this mic on
Don't think for a minute I'm gon' let you get away with that song
That shit was wack, you ain't spittin'
As a matter of fact, all of that shit was written
And I know it wasn't for me, surely, you really must adore me,
Now look it
Yo, you might as well move to Italy
Look, this guy's ripped...*skkkrr* Literally
You don't wanna really fuck wit this
On this microphone, I'm not Snuffleupagus
But I don't give a fuck, you can keep that dull rap
And turn your ass back around with your fuckin skullcap
And your bandana or your motherfuckin sweatband
Fuckin' with this style, you're a dead man
I ain't Redman, but on this mic, yo, I pick it up
Just like your face when I had to rip it up
You don't wanna see me
Yo, uh