Hock Tu Down (Lee Scott & Reklews) - What Is Gonzo Lyricism? (ft Monster Under The Bed) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 [Lee Scott]:
My shit mixes
One eighth of Granth's
The rest concoction of liquids
From bottles
With hazardous stickers n safety caps
Not your average deadbeat
Recitin' from a heart that's empty
Dr. Scott
Drunk drivin' on an acid frenzy
Shit is real
Penguin divin' through the window-shield
Off n movin' pink mo-beel
Lost an hour on a minute meal
Crack a can solvent
In court I'll claim these ancient human torture devices are to catch rodents
I'll drink what ever that tramp's holdin'
Speech irrational
Fuck a vegan, I'm a comfort eatin' cannibal
Munchin' sleepin' capsu-els for afters
Factually a bastard
Only ever happy when I'm stranglin' my captives
Class a drugs later, just drunk for now
Fuck it pull the mushrooms out
Refusin' to breathe
Breath corrodin' through my flesh n bones as I'm chewin my sleeve
Gotta ride with several concubines on the side

Verse 2 [Monster]:
Acapulco shirt
Fisherman hat
Kiff bag in the boot and a Singapore Sling in my hand
Walkin' drowsy
From the North to Southeast
Mescaline high
Menacing vibrations all around me
Positive outlook
My bag's half full
I don't treat my spliff like it's pass da damn parcel doe
Monster
I'll give ya crib tha home improvement
Usin' every room in the house for growin' buddha
In
Show and prove I'm the illest
Vicious
Act suspicious
Smash cliques into samwich fillers
Put a gun to my head
Take aim and shoot
I'll place my hand through the exit wound
And wave reign at you
Ravin' lunatic
Major screws made me loose
I'm quick to break a truce
Trippin' drinkin' grapefruit juice
In denial n have to face the truth
I can't wash away my sins with this cold bottle of 80 proof

Hook:
What is gonzo lyricism?
It's what you fink it isn't
I get drunk like "what's that shit I'm drinkin?" x2

Verse 3 [Monster]:
Get off the woman tip
Drink some beer n a pear
The lights are fun but the man upstairs is never here
Incoherent rap style
Ya weed'll do the disappearin' act while
You're sittin' near this damned child
First sip of immerse, sumfin' was up
Scott turns in a worry
I felt sumfin' numbin' in my body
I do stoopid shit
Act a fool
And smoke weed yess
I keep three baggies full
And do pack a two-a
Green dutty camper van
Swing like Babe Ruth
For people I don't have anything to say to
I'm not impolite
And don't hate you coz you're whack
Face the fact, you're shit at life. *oogh*
It's damnednation mann
I'll ramrage a jamm
Take ya girl n have a bunnin' bank statement scam
"who's the man?"
You don't know who I am. *bitch*
Benaze the M.O.,
I go cold turkey and raise a hell-hole

Verse 4 [Lee Scott]:
Desperately searchin' for a bird
Preferably virgin
Pornstar potty-mouth
With the dress sense of an urchin
I warned you, don't pass a beer to him
That be you stupid
If you take advice from a mere human
Refusin', to pay the price
Give me shit for free
The type you hate to like
While I
Like to hate on anyone that isn't me
I'll drive asleep
Behold the mediocre
Brain hits the floor when I'm leanin' over
Never too drunk
Hands quickly abandon their crates
Get your best efforts chewed up and then spat in your face
Don't ask me
H.B. Woodrose for the whole famly
Skunk spliffs for all
Hit it raw
Choke bladdy
Need the Morphine
Trip to score
Stop the boozin' *never*
Abusive Hock Tu on any hand offered to him
Passed the point of no return and beyond
Heads aren't worthy of the platter dishes I'm servin' em on

Hook:
What is gonzo lyricism?
It's what you fink it isn't
I get drunk like what's that shit I'm drinkin? x2