Spike The Dragon - Anime Club [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Damn, bar #1's to narcissistic
Next one better not be full of snarky women
Shoulda known better than to barky-bark at bitches
Just to boogie all night as iffin' Marky Mark was with him
And since I got the bag of sparky off my system, well
All the people that already called my barf ballistic gonna
Crawl into a ball and weep
Finally gettin' all of me
Ripping off their headphones, like
"Get this fucker offa me!"
Kicking anuses in atheism's name and
Entertaining homosapiens to gimmie fucking all your cheese
Say that I'm a damien, but baby, I'm a savior of
Rap music, lately, the arrangement's been the same with it
Fate would have it that I'm placed into this habitat
Isolated talent with no vice or hate, and that's a fact
[pfft] Well, maybe not
Always take it safely, guy
Get behind the wheel and make sure he hit the breaks a lot

[Chorus]

So take a stand like a cowboy stand in the dusk
And shake your pants like the fans got ants in their butts
And play my jams like your damn strawberries are cut
Forsake your plans, Dodge bullets, Mr. Anderson strutt
Yo, I'll hand a cop a doobie if he'll hand me a dub
To get the whole world movin' like a stereo sub
So quit your damn not-a-fan big calamity stuff
And check the trance in Japan, shit, it's... [Aw...]

[Verse 2]

Gotta blast, kid. Not a lotta class, and
Shot a lotta sassy bodies in the back, cause
I ain't putting up with any imposition from
Little bitty city scum - miss the nitty gritty, huh?
Pacifist, so he actually hit 'em with an idiom
CD cost an arm, a leg, a titty, and a tibia
Unstoppable. Kinda schemes Crocker pulled
When you realize that Rocko's Modern was comperable
No shit motherfucker, he's a faggot
Cause he likes little ponies and baloney, he's a magnet
See it and bag it, so suppose that he can tag it like
What he spray his room with when he's baked - baguette
Wait - no - stop me, I gotta stay sharp
Gotta say shit to start shit, break through your heartstrings
Tongue-lash artist, prepared to tear apart things
Check it out, man, the Third Revelation is starting

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yo, mobbin in the mall with
Pickles and the party
Spit it sick as sardines
Kick it with a hipster chick
Hit her with a frickin' brick and stick her in the RV
Bank with just that and a CD loaded with R&B
... But don't worry, I'm not mysogynist
I'm just tired of sloppy kids opting for all this Flocka shit
Shocking instrumentals kick the lyrics up a little bit
Lookie there, it's time to say the song title, isn't it?

[Chorus]
And check the trance in Japan, shit, it's Anime Club

Bitch