Mac Lethal - WoodChip Grinder (REMIX) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
(Ah, you don't say, that's really interesting)
(Aye aye aye)
(Look) (Look)
When I holler hail-Mary miners dive into the lions mouth
Pliers on the prying ground are filing the incisors down
Grand piano ivory smiling minor keys
Harvest moon suspended over lilliputian rivalry
Little putrid climbers decent of remove his rubies
Grouped in layers of bucket brigadiers
Up the bloody gums in rubber waders
Raze the ground and daisy-chain the neighbors till it's safely down
Ushered off the acreage of the sacred ground
(Breaker, breaker.) Leo's got his main and tailing cables
Tongue a pretty girl cut her butterfly with staplers
Every hunter want a souvenir
It's plume of tears and jelly jars
Switch momentum, with the best of boomers in the repertoire
To carve initials in the skull of Satan's vessel
For October's blackest Sunday
I'm a surgeon with the dremel*
Woke up with this all I want for Christmas two-one necklaces
If your weapon's ornamental I am sending messages

[Vocal Sample]

[Verse 2 Mac Lethal]
A little heart broken but fear not
Cause when I'm out of bullets I'll start loading my tear drops
I part oceans like I'm part Moses, like
We should celebrate this is narcosis night
Get a pyramid spike to your lung
Got a weird accent
They don't like where I'm from
You don't like what you hear when my lungs pour ink?
Then why you looking at me like I drugged your drink?
Next time you walkin' out the front door think
Three or four years ago even thugs wore pink
I know you're sensitive
Get out your loin cloth
I got metal teeth like Roy Hoth
I speak pictures, easel in the voice box
Don't prick your finger on the needle in the coin slot
Whatever the talk
The cleverness drops in flurries
The pressure will pop me never
Will not concern me
The lever is locked
And every single veteran stops
To find their head in a box
Chopped topsy-turvy
The pistols cocked, the kick, the cost of cursory
Shit that's toxic--bitch get off me, hurry!
(calm down) I don't like arrogant rap shit
I'll stick to my Podunk town and fried catfish
Prepped on a good quick fire
Now who else wanna ride in the wood chip grinder?
Mac Leth, Aes Rock, we smoke;
Sounds like we 'bout to chew out a dog's throat
I don't know how to put this nicer
Z-trip cuts like a wood chip grinder
(Vroom vroom vroom)

[Vocal Sample]

[Verse 3: Wes Adef Eisenhauer of SoulCrate Music]
(Hey, have you seen my shoes anywhere
Where's my shoes
Ah, fuck it)
I've got no shoes or socks
On a dirt road in the boondocks
The boons or not, the work load will soon stop
Time's hot, the sun's gone, the moon drops
We came to drain the batteries in your boom box

Zoom pop, like first try of course
I can't be bug yo I saddle up on a horse fly*
Paddle on a river tied a cattle upon a curb side
Laughed lookin down from my perch born and birds-eye
He's too eager, dull, I'm all evil. even slap the wig off a bald eagle
Thievein' cat to kill off the crossfed evil*
Perched on the church I sawzall the steeple

Call all the people; tell em to write home
The better: the pull the letter right outta the cyclone
You can grab anyone that you set your sight on
Just pull out the lighter and let it ignite boom
(Boom)
(Boom boom)
(Boom)

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[Verse 4: Dirt Dee of SoulCrate music]
(Yeah)
(Super-Soaker 5000)
Now who pulled the trigger on the water-gun pistol (bay)
A missile in the wind kissed the bullet that missed you (kiss)
In any kinda lesson that you breathe in my direction will be answered with the crooked grin "setting my sex on"
I wreck strong, baby I'm a basket-case, I proudly pray to god daily but I lack the faith
And just think, I stagger with a strobe-light glimp, and when I'm packing a cannon how many boats might sink? (kbooom)
And it's the opposite of smart sex being a dumbfuck? (ar:huh) in that case I'm swinging my womb-broom like nun-chucks (what dog?)
Dumb-luck stuck I'm beginning to act strange
A whip to a gun to make a brother like black rain
Pick up the sun in my fist, this. as fun as a slit wrist. pick up my own mother calling me a son of a bitch, shit
Pissed
Who? me. now I learn to shrug it
I never grew up I only learned how to act in public
BOOM

[Heeeeey heeey]
[Sing my song all along with me]