Weirdo - Leave 'em wanting more [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I keep it gangsta, get wild when i spit raps
What's more gangsta than your child being kidnapped
And bitch slapped?
I have him held under witchcraft
So if you want your kid back
You'll show me where your shit's at


Gotta be a killer if you want to stop a killer
I stack corpses
I'm a fucking body builder
I'm probably iller than anybody you'll ever greet
I've killed whoever's better than me and that's why you'll never meet

If i don't find a knife
I'll snort up every line i write
Strap myself with dynamite
Cause no one stays alive tonight

I tell them two things
Get naked like the fruit drink
And say your last words until i strangle you with shoe strings

YO

This kid is lurking
He's hiding behind your linen curtain
So when you fall asleep, you turn into a missing person
This bitch is hurting
This shit ain't evem the vivd version
Mixing twisted wording with bitches that I solicit cursing

I'll go to all the churches masses and I'll spray the ratchet
Shoot at your daycare
Nothing's cuter than baby caskets
I'm making magic
And no matter what you people do
I'm killing all the women so humans will never reproduce

A pistol isn't hard to find
Learn that all I got is time
And if he tries to school me, imma turn this bitch to Columbine

Single file line
Load up the entire nine
Act like imma shoot 'em, but then poison them with cyanide

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Catch you in a month or two
Tie your family up and kill your sister right in front of you

I'll catch you at the break of dawn
Run up on you and break your arm
Tell you if you make a song
I'm coming back to rape your mom

She's on the floor screaming
No more cheating
This whore's bleeding
I'm the cross breeding of dark demons and god semen

Tighter than the noose Russel Armstrong used
I'm raps O.J. in the Vill man I STILL got juice

I'm selling bootlegs
And I got everything from L to Pac
Downloaded "Blueprint" and got arrested for selling rock

You beef with me just make it easy, homie call the cops
When chasin me the strets are lego
Every road is blocked

Everyone alive will tell you my stuff is ILL
Because whoever doesn't buy it is getting fucking killed

I promote rape and everybody loves it still
Cause i ain't gotta sugar coat it
I got fucking skills