Nocando - You Got Some Nerve [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: ?]
And I’m faced with, unattended
But they’re wasted, unintended

[Verse 1: NoCanDo]
How in the hell you gonna tell me I’m a fuckup
Now that I failed, and suck up when I’m on top?
Y’all twats wasn’t even in the ballpark
When I was takin’ hits at the line like Mike Alstott
My city’ll tell me when the fuck I fall off
I was schooled by other wise and rhyming, real
High-tech as Qualcom, kinda rhymin’ tense, timelessness
They manufactured my stomach lining with
And when your balls drop (then), that’s when I’ll take your advice
Until then save it for your pathetic waste of a life
You must hate to see drive and love to see complacency thrive
Just to say we’re alike, you can say we’re alike; pysch!
But I’mma be alright type
Kick rocks, have a nice night or find out what I fight like
I shake haters and be legit, I got an advantage over fleas and ticks
Eat a dick you piece of shit
You wanna know why my rhymes are iller than yours?
Probably because I spent seven years sleeping on the floor
I been raising my daughter for a little more than four
Your witless criticism never struck a fucking chord

[Hook]

[Bridge: NoCanDo]
I’m a little perturbed; you got some nerve
Disgusted and disturbed you got some nerve
I’ll a flip you the bird; you got some nerve
‘Cause that’s what you deserve, you’ve got some got some
‘Cause that’s what you deserve, you’ve got some nerve
I’mma a flip you the bird; you got some nerve
I’m disgusted and disturbed; you got some nerve
More than a little perturbed; you got some nerve

[Verse 2: NoCanDo]
But so does every other jellyfish: spineless, mindless
Smelly bitch ready for R Kelly’s piss
You stupid groupies leave my wife out of your whore talk
Keep giving D-list celebrities the green light to take your drawers off
(But groupies ? dress)
One score and several years ago your parents started saving for college
Not knowing how many knobs you’ve probably polished
And that your crotch would cough like it caught the colic
Your ex-boyfriend left you in the scene and now we’re cursed
With the constant barrage of MySpace bulletins and comments
Your life is right and rising
Stars are making souvenirs out of used condoms
And I’m the kind of guy to keep it honest
And eye to eye, ‘cause I don’t like to lie
I know you’re a pincushion night after night
For the opening act and that’s the height of your life

[Outro: ?]
You wouldn't tell me what it was, because
I don’t think you need to know
Tell me what it is
Tell me what it was
Tell me
I think so