Pressure (TZO) - Shut The Fuck Up, Donny [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You're out of your element, cold shouldered clown stays irrelevant
Trickle-down doubt passed round from evil delegates
Think hard, you're embellishin', don't know what to tell you
It's a teflon dance floor, so my cranium's helmeted
Breaking bread with hellish visitors in my frontal lobe
Doubt is fast asleep while my consciousness does the tuck and roll
Underscored youngin wantin' more, stomach rumblin' forth
Bluffin' chuggin' huggin' puffin' spores from my ruptured organs
And there's no certainty here, words are for ears
Absurd to my peers, gulp down Bourbon and Clear
Peer inside, decide whether it's worth it to fear
A wordsmith spitting turbulent verbs since the turn of the year
The stagnant Nomadic rapper, head held high
His brain is leakin' poison and his pen tells lies
Rorschach inkblots, photographic memory
Monstrous Rockstar, nauseous and lackin' energy
Offensively defendin' me, carbon-copied life forms
Rhyming vice lord, fingers of Death spinning lines through my eyesores
Massive cyborg, pitbull bite force
Pacifist just asking you what you're holding my mic for