Popper Gang - Blunt Force Trauma [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Jesse Turvey]

I just don't know if I'm ready for a blunt or not
I mean like I never tried one before
But my friends tell me that it's really fun
That's a lot of weed
Swag

[Verse 1: Jesse Turvey]

Well first off
I be the first off
Already cursed so we know I be the worst off
You the first off at the first stop
So you better NOT…
Fall asleep
Popper Gang 5 deep in this bitch
Oh shit, 1 short of a triple 6 clique
666 in a church with a burnt hearse while I'm fistin a dead Christian bitch
Yup, I'm aware that it's fucked up but I love it
I'm writing enticing fantasies of Mr.Coathanger in a stomach
But fuck it
My stories are shit
I don't write books I write hits
That's why I kill people and burn shit and than fuck school like a bitch
With a fake pair of tits
And the fake kids egos that are bigger than her ass
I'm sittin' at the back with a backpack of the Science lab
And I'm thinkin' about blown' up the class
Oh well
You can find me mixin' and matchin
And changing the mask for fashion
Masturbate while Im stabbing a bitch
Kinda like Terry Fox
While I'm running' up the block with my cock in my hand
The roses are red
The violets are blue
And I got a gun, so get in the van bitch
This a demonstration
Me and Mr.Coathanger ain't playin
I got bitch up in the trunk, so I'm sitting in the front
While he's driving in the van that we get away in

[Verse 2: Mr.Coathanger]

Fuck you and your antics
I'm a leave you fuckin' frantic
Running in panic… BItch
What the fuck you gonna when I spit this quick
All you fuckin bitches just bitches
Get ya clit licked
Nick slick shit
No disses or witnesses
This is just business
Try to take my riches
Leave you swimming' with fishes
You're just a patient on Doctor Coathangers waiting list
I don't really give a shit about you mother fuckers causin' a ruckus
You kickin' a bucket I'm rhyming' above it
Fuck it
Yo, I make that bitch bleed like I fucked her with my razor dick
She still lays there screaming holy fuck you are amazing Nick
I ain't tryna say that I'm a fuckin' thug and shit
I just do what I do
And I'm fuckin' in love with it
You once told me that I was obsessed
But you still havn't dropped the fact
That I fucked your bitch yet
Grip the tech
Let it off
You mother fuckers is running off to the end of the block
Dead end
You bout to get dropped
Prayin to lord he doesn't exist
You prayin to the floor, gun to your head
But I back up and spray it instead…
Faggot

[Outro: Johnny Poppers]
Hahahahah yea
It's that mother fuckin' Popper Gang
It's like a mental institution up in this bitch
Triple poppers all day, don't give a fuck !
FUCK BOB BARKER !