IiRonicc - Food For Thought (Speakerknockers) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
You're gonna hear my name a lot
Skeletons in the closet, gay as fuck
Those dames are hot...
Bout to cheat on Jayceon sluts, the game is gonna be played
I'm on fire I will cremate angels,getting high with Satan on angel dust
This instrumental sucks,I'm a mental slut
That's a mind fucker I don't mind fucking I'm dirty minded my brains got dust
Can't say enough I'm not raspy I'm bout as nasty as a hobos touch
And did I mention that I'm blowing up like a word to show possession
That's a Mine slime, my lines rhyme I cause disasters I'm Grindtime
Hi guys paint your hair or do drugs if you don't like none of my lines Die!
You ever seen a shy dude that raps , the night is still young
I might be the one got I've got 99 problems but I'm good at math
The world is bad but I'm doing good, that's Meagan penetration
If you're hating what I'm saying then burn in hell
Acceleration ,there's no exaggeration when I'm claiming that I'm a target that hip hop's missing
Man I make em stutter like Young Money artists buncha Nicky's
I kisses,the world goodbye with my Apocalypse I'm not a kid
I'm kidding, I prefer a kitten and not a bitch, I'm trippin
I'm high I'm high on power Hiiipower drei fingers
They'll die in the blink of an eye and I'm twitching

I'm deep into thought believe what you want
They don't believe it when they reading my stuff
You seeing double or double entendres?
They feel like they're caught unbelievable barz
I'm meaning it all, but I'm a nice guy
I'm not religious and neither is god, I like pie
My lyrical ability is limitless
Just finished writing a song called Kimmy and I'll kill that bitch
Kanye's gonna let me finish this
Finish him, my raps have been compared to MK fatalities I'm killing shit
God I'm weird as shit but I bet
God is weird too dear boo I will hear you cheer too
You are mere fools to a genius how dare you
Won't stay in touch with you pussy's, I'm no fucking gynecologist
Never tie my shoelaces really because I love to trip
Dutch hits? Fuck this
If it wasn't for Fresku it would be dogshit
Man I'm hitting on women she never dodge shit
I give her punch and I tell her she looks like Margrett
'Who the hell is Margrett?' Girl.. I thought you knew
Giving food for thought because I fought for food
My tape is penetration my seed left the station bitches ovulated now my baby's dropping soon

I wanna have the fame I deserve it
Six thirty hands together Butters when he's nervous
Is it on purpose? What is my purpose?
Retell my story buncha merchants, buncha merchants

You thought you knew it all this food for thought
I found the building with rappers in it and blew it up
I breathe success every instrumental is dead to me
TGF, NMG