Sir Mike Tallon, PhD - Sumpin Like Dis [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Jingle bell rock and I think it's swell
If my singles sell to multiply my single bills
Into cinco, intermingle incognito in casinos
Inking deals to be in media
Cause your relationship is sinking sails
Since I've been sicker than sickle cell anemia
Immediate things'll tell of your death and breathingless
Your meaningless life is hiding your tail
Between its legs cause every single cell
In your body caught the AIDS virus
Touch my CD and your fingers melt
Hit play and sting yourself
To bring yourself the pleasure of my shit you could sing yourself
My previous plan, yes, less devious than
Embellishing yourself to look so serious, man
But the greediest man knows how the stinger felt
When greeting his fans, it was only his single self

[Hook]
Something something something something something like dis
Something something something something something like that
Something something something something something like dis
Something something something something something so phat

[Verse 2]
Somebody overseas oversees
Overt MCs in covert schemes
Un-undercover, blunt-blunts and clovers
For us as smokers--phat, but I don't overeat
Overly often but I pack packs
Of Dutch packages unwrapped, wrapped with a half sack
Packed back of smoker's dreams, I blast back
At wack raps and I catnap on these jokers
Please, poachers, post potent shots I've taken
Plus I'm soberly battling
My addiction to shit friction on dicks that spit fiction
I'm sofa king we todd ed, I let you hear my special style
And if I catch you biting your life is owed to me
Hopefully so quickly my words will kill you
If I let you walk you don't want to go off and clone from me
Cause then I will get you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I stretch you with strong arms and dig nails
And saw off arms as hands become rotaries
And shoulders detach from bones that they connect to
Think of my intelligence, you're too slow for me
A big snail who gets slugged, my style is dug
By grave robbers, though no one ever stole from me
Cause they get clobbered by a topper to top a Trotter
Trying to trot off and to top off, tada!
I rob him back of his pride, worse if cause of me he died
I'd've like to itemize herb MCs
That I crop off of edges, and drop off of ledges
Knock off do not talk unless it's called on
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck all the message that's stuck on
Fuck fuck fuck all the messes, I help no one
You need to love all or help one in trouble or helpless