Hellblazer - Back To Basics (Writer's Block Test Run) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I shit grenades & drop 'em in your grandma's marmalade
Cockslap your doctor & wipe my ass with your cancer x-rays
Pimp your mom for a dirty shoelace to hang herself with & then dock her pay
I'm sicker than sick infants with mini-AIDS for 50 days
With teeth looking like Flavor Flav's minus the huge chain

[Verse 1]
I'm out of line, one of a kind
Out of my spirit, out of my mind
Like Whitney Houston was found in the tub after dropping deuces
Use this as one of many excuses to say screw everything, live reclusive
Then shoot up your school yelling "Screw you poo sticks!"
My language ain't English
It's Creole involving a fetish for Swedish Fish
So when we're cool & I talk about strangling your mother
Just calm down, I'm talking about molesting your lover
Or when I say I'm gonna chop you up with a singular razor blade
I'm just asking do you want to see a movie the next day
Queefnuggets mean good competition
Fuckface means people part of my "redeeming childhood" mission
And there's no word that I believe's bigger
So nigga is gonna always mean nigga
So fuck every last one of you shit people
I'll fuck you over harder than Jay did to Dash & Siegel
I'm crippling giants with no alliance, just household appliances
Pull you apart so you can see what the science is, like an iron fist
I'm splitting wigs & pain thresholds
Raiding anuses & leaving my manifesto
So before you think I'm gonna send you to the lord above you
Remember the language, I probably just said I love you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Shit is real like Dr. Phil copping feels on your grandmother
When you reveal who is ill it must be me & no other
I fuck the world with no rubber
Impregnate already pregnant lovers
So tell me, why the fuck wouldn't another MC run for cover?
Nigga I wreck homes with airplanes
Get your dome scalped & call it a bad hair day
So go ahead & be afraid
I drop lyrical bombs along with some napalm
Kill your favorite rapper on they song
& end up with convict records like Akon
Where's your bitch? Oh yeah, they gone
Deepthroated to death by a dick that was about yey long
I swear it's like I have no conscious for this
Or my consciousness finally said "Fuck the consequence"
LV devil, fuck that, US rebel
& I'll only settle down for 30 white bitches in a kennel
I'm bloodthirsty, showing no mercy
Go through & celebrate the Valentine's Day the mobster way
Meaning no roses or Hershey's
Just an M16 & sick mental to pop pussies like pimples
Break pens & pencils like spinal cords
Make that hospital bill something you can't afford
I mean fuck it I don't even have to rap anymore
I'm the shit & to prove it I'll fling my own at your front door
Nigga I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-Z
Underground guerrilla with horror tendencies
& speaking of horror the actors are ready & the stage is set
& this play is called
"Breaking Tendons And Ligaments Like Spelling The Alphabet"