Forthwrite - Kiss of Death [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 360]
You feel the bass and the treble (go slow though)
Man, I dance with the devil (no homo)
You talk about your fan club but you don’t know flows
Fan club, I guess your fans at your shows don’t show
Grab a cricket bat and smack guys for six
And Pez is loyal, he smacks guys for six
Talk like a bitch, you get smacked like a bitch
And I’m broke as all fuck but I act like I’m rich
This scene seems to act like they’re sick
Yeah they might have rhymes but they rap kind of shit
I don’t rap, I just disrespect
I’ve got no respect for anything, I’ll disrespect
And they ask am I really good at drinking (yes)
Nine shots would have you slurring words like 50 Cent (fucker)
And GMC’s real, you’re acting
We could give a fuck would accent he raps in

[Chorus: 360]
(That’s real)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(Yeah cause you know why? ‘Cause hooks are overrated, cunt)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(We don’t follow trends anymore, we’re Forthwrizzy)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(No hookies… my verse is a hook anyway... you fucking dickhead)

[Verse 2: Pez]
Yo, I can kick one flow and you know it, it’s P-E-Z
I wanna quit this shit but I can’t ‘cause the scene needs me
This seems easy, that’s ‘cause it is, motherfucker
Believe me, you can’t see me, nup
So don’t talk any shit cos you’re not better
What’s better than P and 3 with GMC
They should call us the flow of the next century
The only person hear how we’re flowing is Seth Sentry
And Rob Mantra (what?)
You should have those names on your list
If you don’t, wrong answer
I wanna get all these whack rappers replaced
[?] slap in the face so they’re smacked back in their place
I know you all might misconstrue
Our confidence is sort of more like being too proud
Bottom line, Forthwrite is the crew now
I’m saying it ‘cause Forthwrite spit the truth, blouwww

[Chorus: Pez & 360]
(P-E-Z)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(P-E-Z… get it? Keep up mate)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(Just have a glance through mate, they’re not there)
There’s no hooks in our notebooks
(Nah... no hookies)

[Verse 3: GMC]
When they, when they hear me rap, they like “he’s on something”
They see me dance, they like “he’s on something”
VIP on the weed and I’m blunting
And when it wears off, drop E and I’m munting
And that wears off, more E and I’m buzzing
And when I pop more, believe I am [?]
They see me peak like a eagle or something
When they built me, they didn’t read the instructions
Gets fucked up, I’m debris and destruction
I gets fucked up beyond reasonable function
King of this country, you can call me
Arthur, Solomon or Caesar or something
And I got a little groupie in my ear and she bugging
She got bad breath, she done eat all the onions
Fuck bitch off ‘cause people are nothing
I’m GMC, I don’t need introductions
Got it locked down with the keys to the dungeon
Kiss the ring bitch like I’m Smeagol or something
Three-letter boss, self-esteem in abundance
Forthwrite, big dogs, pee on you munchkins