Louis Logic - Loud Mouth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggas judging a book by its cover
Think a pretty motherfucker like me won't get foulmouthed and grimy on a nigga
Know what I mean yo

[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
I'm willing and able, to start spilling a fable
But first quench my thirst to keep my syllables stable
I spent the rent on drinking and now they killing my cable
In love with lady liq', still my faithful
Sometimes I need a face full of breasts
At times I make hateful threats
And practice distasteful sex
But my thirst for spitting rhymes is two times my unquenchable thirst
For snatching a purse that isn't mine
My first bitin' line of coke, was the dope I spit in this rhyme I wrote
And quoted in my liner notes, my warped mind will find a joke in eulogies
And though hell hurts, I'm so well versed in tomfoolery
That I have to practice it, the backwards activist
Who manages to hold one of the highest batting averages
We'll run up in your studio with scattered savages
Trample your sampler, and leave your DAT in bandages

[Chorus]
*scratching* "I used to be a loud mouth, remember me" - Eminem
Til I fouled out, and graduated to a human outhouse
Ejected from the rap game for cursing the crowd out
Foul-mouthed and I

[Verse 2]
My ex chick called me sexist when I called her a bitch
I was drunk though, excuse me if I faulted a bit
Your punk flow wouldn't get you through one show
Cause what you reap I un-sow, launching beer bottles from the front row
A mad vandal, pillaging cribs with panhandles
I'll burn your offices and have your promo ads cancelled
Push back your release date, beating street teams in each state
For their free tapes, and escape with a clean slate
I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Suspicion
Obnoxious devil throwing peace signs
When I'm guilty like Richard M. Nixon, sickness infliction
Vicious condition, that causes me to cook in the bathroom
And shit in the kitchen
I fit the description of sick, twisted and strange
A kid that's deranged, lobotomized and missing a brain
Sodomized with a liquor bottle and few cool brews
A silly coo-coo with a few screws loose

[Chorus] (x2)

[Verse 3]
I practice peer pressure and promote unsafe sex
On my tour of beer lectures, with one day left
I'm one stray head who corrupts the youth, fuck the truth
I plug drugs as a substitute
I'm a teacher in your district, leading you to mischief
Feeding you linguistics that's featured on my diskettes
I need to be enlisted in clinics, for exhibiting sickness
And eating cat until the clitoris twitches
Beating rap and leave it in stitches and wounds
The deepest that I get is when my dick's in the womb
I put my fist to buffoons, and on the rare occasion
When I'm drunk for days in put my lips to balloons
Spaced out like I live on the moon, with Andy Kaufman
Do me and Latka sip vodka? The answer's often
And I'm not just standing sportsmen, I hunt emcees
I'm unfriendly, spitting until my tongues empty

[Chorus] (x2)