The Mess - Death Race [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(HookX2)
Rip it like a death race
Taint it like a death race
Hose em all the sides let me
Every silly heavyweight
D-d-d-d death race,d-d-d death race
D-d death, death race, dashing in the death race

(Verse 1)
Ladies and gentleman tie your seat belts
Coz the plane is about to take off
From a lonely island, drowned in shallowness
Word to the public, prick off
Ain't a boeing but an HTV2, didn't lose
Contact with the beat, dead on
Heard em sayin before you quit the game
Mess please get rid of em
Tryna be the litle bit quicker spittle kicker
Coz I'm feeling like I'm sliding with a wave of
Twenty meters like a keeler see the cheater
Gettin sweeter in their eyes, what a greezer
Let em know who's the leader on the field, keep em eager
To what's gonna ring in next, at the drop of my hat
Let em know the fray begin, tryna get a chance to grin
But I won't give em that, not a tenth of a sec
To see the lance in the veins
Fly the sky, droppin em, some of them in Japan
And the others in Spain, gotta wanna reach an aim
Never care what your name, ho better have a sense of shame
When a dean's sputum's stoner 63
Living in an itty bitty inner city, grow soft
With ditty shitty greens, lookin for somewhere to blow
Gotta carry many holes, keeping nuts on the road
And the twiggy piggy ladies aren't ready
To get me as a beau
But I'm not a joe blow, they get the flock outta hell
There's a missle comin raw, we get it on, it's veyron
Super sport and we roll, just like you should never
Allow us tongues, so
I don't really care about a nigga tryna dig it
Better bring it not to skip it
Jigga bees we're the chillers cut the thicker
Bigger rigor let the snicker be your figure
I ain't a tricker, ask a sniffer get the memo
Gon be long memoranda

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Now he's in the skyscraper
Beating the beat like a kung fu Panda
Draggin down ears like a hundo gamma
Oh, now what's wrong Grand-ma
Many times I said that I can't dance samba
Never knew where the heck u can buy a plasma
I'll tidy up my room and the John's on your leftside
We'll later play red and green lights, coz I'm
Spittin out speedin up, syrup
Added on, Do you wanna slow down and bounce
Do you wanna mix it up
Like a walk on the moon
Make it kinda cartoon
And the rude become a boob
Puttin slow motion on the motherfuckin dude
Damn how he looks so glued
Hahahahah, come on
Don't be spooked coz I'm gonna turn it up anyway
Bring it back like I'm on the Carinae
Sounds like a porteguese, never mind enjoy the shit
And always give a damn about what a loony gotta say
Pretendin like it was the song that you may
Hear know what I'm sayin, no you don't
So shut up be just like a madman on scag
Let your hair to the air
You never know what's gonna break
Matterfact, distract homeboy
Rejoice, on en est we're on
Inside my horse cab, stimulated to blood
As Achilles from Troy and the triumph for sure
So be happy as a Larry Sandboy
Wanna wonder bout my shift in a war
Well I usually wet em all with a kalashnikov
In a definite, delicate seconds and equivalent
Balls, 47 on the same amount of men with bulletholes

(Hook)