PuKe King - Dare You Sample, Cunt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: PuKe King]
I will wank on an amp you will hear me coming, cunt
Give thanks for my hands, feel my fans turning up
CPU being used getting through another tune
Seeing me, never you, struggle through another June
I don't bank on my balance staying stable, nothing does
Like these slags turn me down but they turn my albums up
Feel, Knife Point, Face to Face, Waste of Space
Fuck radio play, cunt, I still hate your face
I wish I could pay for the plays to displace
This sick taste, spitting out but it still fucking stays
They say I say fuck too much
Ironic cos I don't really give much of one
I'm a forgetter, yeah, I never gave a fuck
Now the world revolves around me like I weigh too much
Like I'm way too much for these rappers to handle
I'll mangle your teeth with each feet I stand on, cunt

[Verse 2: PuKe King]
Just cos I'm underground they thought they had buried me
But now I'm over clouds they swear that they heard of me
Touching sky overwhelmed by my sanity
Fucking right overwhelmed by the hertz in me
I'm meant to be, mentally, fucked, it's my specialty
I'm extra sweet at mending me, call this speech therapy
I speak on the best of me, like "Why They Call Me Sick" mate?
I killed a dozen hits and I only get six plays
Uh, Yeah, I don't get it either cunt
Uh, yeah and I ain't trying to be the one
That bitches at his hits and then claims he's the greatest
All I know is Sick hits above what his weight is
I'm weighing in while waiting in, an utter fucking state is Sick
I'm saying shit plus hating pricks, I'm done with all the slavering
Save a mix and play it six or seven maybe eight times
Bastardise the genre, then later on it ain't mine?
(That ain't how it works)

[Verse 3: PuKe King]
All the good tracks go to all the whackest rappers
So I'mma keep mine, sit back and be a bastard
Hazard to average fakes man you're steaming
Calling out the freak? Watch me raping your remix
Tearing out teeth I'm like a dentist with a vengeance
Sick of turning my cheek when the other one's red and
I'm sick of the twists like an M. Knight remake
You're sold so cheap you're free after rebate
I mean, wait, you caught a deal for distribution?
You couldn't catch a cold and I'm motherfucking PuKe, Sick
I'm puking on paper while I'm rapping ten sheets bitch
Your lies are paper thin, you won't break even
Even if you did you'd still be a whack man
Sold out before you sold a single fucking track man
And never mind dope your tracks aren't half that
You got as much flow as a dried up tap has
Wanna talk jokes? Nah you don't wanna do that man
Whenever I mention your name you get laughed at
Ha, stupid, now who's the fucking Psycho, cunt?
You should read my loose leaf, back when I was one like