SL - II. Bodied [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Christ]
Y'all could get y'all hype for a moment
But now I'm on it
You don't wanna see a body
Go and run to your mommy
Big Poppa
Better take them notes from your locker
Got the game locked up
SL the partners
This your departure
I've been spitting this shit for a couple minutes longer
Bet my dick a whole lot longer
It's no question who she riding on
Y'all could go ahead and ride along
Not even knowing how to write a song
I'm so much higher, still light the bong
Man, if you wanna fight come on
I don't do it with the fist
Slit wrists when the knife come out
Praying you don't lose your life right now
But you looking at Christ in the flesh
What's beef, bruh?
It's death
I'm the B.I.G
Taking aim at ya chest
And you know Who Shot Ya
Come through with all that talking
And your whole crew slaughtered
The GOD of South Florida
Get your bitch wet when I floor the whip
And I pass her round the crew
Know we all gonna hit
Blunts stay lit
Lyrics get laid sick
Beats gets slayed it
It's what?

[Hook] x2
It's bodied x4
Don't fuck around
You don't wanna see a body x2

[Verse 2: Lu]
I think I've smoked too much weed
It's affecting my short term memory
I guess that's why I forgot your name, man
I could've sworn you were popping just last week
At the club, balling
Feeling like a real athlete
Now you on the bench, waiting on that 73
Yeah, South bound
While I'm on my way to the top with the top down in my girl's buggy
I don't have a whip but I have a lot of drive
Always on the Mike like Sully
Fuck change, I don't need money
I have pride, something you could never take from me
I'll survive off of good vibes coming my way
Fuck Twitter, all I need is MySpace
Feeling like Frankenstein cause I make monster beats
Just to kill em
It's a wicked mind state to live in
I paint pictures and
Put em in a time frame for ya
My whole life I spent it with a vision so clear it couldn't even be ruined by my astigmatism
I ain't a motherfucking pussy, who are you kidding?
If Liu Kang get it started bet I'm gonna Finish Him
It's bodied, it's bodied
Going up against God MCs is folly
It's just Lucifer, Christ and Dues
We're righteous but we might crucify and noose ya

[Hook] x2
It's bodied x4
Don't fuck around
You don't wanna see a body x2

[Verse 3: Christ]
Leaving em deceased
It's ironic how I'm throwing up the peace
But chopping bodies to pieces
Rappers coming at me get defeated
Even killing my features
Cause my only competition is myself
Steady dropping flames
I'm just praying I'm in Hell
Cause the Bible told me lies
And the church ain't ever help
Rapping with the devil and the righteous
Wondering why the rest of y'all write like shit?
You light bitch
I might just
Minus you from the mic it's mine
It's doper than what goes up in your sinus
Honestly you get chopped up line for line
Comparing us mind to mind
Is like an atom bomb to a planted mine
Let me catch myself fore I go and catch a body
See for me, man, this killing is a hobby