Slothface - Cookout [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Dratch got the breezy flow, lord almighty how he flourish it
Suckin on the weed pipe like it’s the teat he nourish at
MC’s copy me like we on some Groucho mirror shit
So I rip out yo marrow like some sick Nazi experiment
New Slothface mixtape on the way, so mark your calendars
Our music has been known to touch the kids like Woody Allen does
Out corralling thugs cuz it’s rap battle Wednesday
My rhymes got more style than your snapback, comprende?

(Hook)
Serving you up like a Donner Party cookout
Best be on the lookout, rappers getting took out (x3)

We got some delicious shit to get your mouth watering
You know what I'm sayin?

[Verse 2: Dratchface]
Yo, don’t engage with this pen mage, already rapped your ass like end days
Don’t make me have to chop your fat mothafuckin ass up ten ways
And then display my lyrical prowess, MC’s wanna try to doubt this
But little do they know my flow’s controlled by lips and a tongue like that of a flautist
I’m the main man, no need for a bar mitzvah
Just get me weed, a guitar, chips, and a smart shiksa
With large hips and a real sharp wit to start a fling with
Pith my spine, my eyes blind like the wings of a ringlet

(Hook x2)

(Skit)
"Hey man, I uh, I wanted to tell you something."
"Kay."
"Just that uh, just that uh, they call me, they call me the GZA, because when I woo that tang, it WILL be something to fuck with."
"Oh my god, dude that's, that's like, SO bad."