Lou Sinergy - Ink-redible [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lou Sinergy]
Magnum Opus ever quantitative
It's a sleep walking power plant without a radioactive gown and Quantum Of Solace slippers
Decoded dialects, switching semi-precious onyxes
With [?] perpetual promises
See I'm still making vulgar food for thoughts [?] than [?] in Krueger's claw
Because narcolepsy is a step [?] to suffocation by pillow
I guess [?] sums up these thoughts that take place here in my youthism snores
Sabrina, Salem saving my sabre-tooth fascination
With the stars being bullet woulds in the silky sky's cranium
Still, my I R Baboon mindstate is in a Ren & Stimpy remand
Whilst [?] I've spotted hydroponic vines to
Climb out of this bed city's red hands

[Hook]
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I killed two birds with one comet
Whilst my James Bond ambiance hides in Mad Max's closet
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When I breathe trees rot, I speak beatbox
My jeans reek of lively heat rocks
I need teapots to fire me off
For five hours of knee-drops
[?]
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[Verse 2: Lou Sinergy]
Swinging through euphoric smog
[?] lifting your psyche from the fog
[?] Masonic lodge
With Calvin Klein shielding his [?]
Hickory Hiccough-ing
La-la-la-la-la
Flicking the Hennessy [?]
Trying to maneuvre around Piranha puns
In the concrete swimming caps smeared in Kelly Brook's blood
And I'm a great, into pissing in the wind
Fish smell I pioneered the fish finger ...?
Wrecking, this entitled to this attire ...?
[?] got zilch to do with you
[?] marches beyond bugle troops
I puke-infuse a few funerals
I fuel fumes
Generate the acid rain that pours on my town
And my Alzheimer's confuses me
As to when I had my last legal libido
La Vida Loca pronoun

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lou Sinergy]
Leaving ladies in labour after my bigotted
Valkyrie blood [?], green, sweat and crocodile tears
Play Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, paper planes and scissor kicks
And challenge every [?] of cinnamon sticks
I don't think it's suitable
For my pharmaceutical root of all evil to
Be left with a pyromaniacal
In the form of one or two legals
With Ranga skin that chases a dragon
But isn't fit for needles
You think my patella will stand for that?
Neutralise the equilibrium between mysogynist [?]
[?]
[?] bringing rigamortis Obi Wan Kenobi's wanking hand
[?] that excuse towards the genetics
Of a [?] listening to a ethnic's verbalry ethic
[?] hardly I've had an incredible amount of hate
Who combines strangulation with my common denominate

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