Текст песни: Much Too Much + перевод

My styles straight, miraculous, treat me like a Dracula

Don’t try and call me blud, I’ll bite your throat and spit it back at ya

Spit vernacular crack at ya

Crush your motherfucking planet like my boy Galactus does

Most MCs are wack and it’s a fact that they’re actors cuz

Make a back catalog without a single classic bruv

Owl’s got you backing up, bangers straight stacking up

Big Daddy Owl like a pimp when I’m rapping Bruv

Hip hop’s my bitch, you better watch how you handle her

Mistreat my woman I’ll track you down like she’s pamela

Trample you like a mammoth with maddest amounts of stamina

Standing behind a van with a hammer about to damage ya

Causing a fucking massacre, shanking you with an antler

Let you cry for help while Deformed Wing amples ya

Bang out the baddest beat, then repeat it while we’re stamping ya

Let your corpse rot before i feed it to tarantulas

I’m on some nightmare shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit (x4)

I pull your spine out your mouth and stab you with it

While chatting your bird up at the std clinic

Dump you in the pacific until they fish it

And drag you out the net like your album when they miss it

Get your sister to kiss dicks, stealing mad shit

SO she can buy me chains till i look just like Slick Rick

Pummeling her pink pit, painting her walls like a big marker ink tip

Shut up slut, eat dick

That’s it, as I’m feeding her my pearls,

Got so many lines, they could reach around three worlds

All I leave is raspberry swirls and barely walking girls

I pull my beast out and your slump just hurls like blargh

All over the shop, she calls me Doctor

Got the fake gynecologist look unlock you

You must’ve forgot she plays piggy in the middle

No riddle, she be fiending for the nuts like a squirrel

Slut, I’m on some wet clown shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit

I’m on some puppy nose tip, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit

I’m on some wet oyster shit, what I’m saying’s too much I don’t give a shit

I take the piss and take the crown while I take it easy

Any rappers standing nearby feel shook and wheezy

There’s a new part of the bible called the book of BVA

Don’t wash for a year and my shit still ain’t cheesy

I’ll hold it down like your house’s foundations

You’ll get taken for a walk if you’re found hating

To any big ball rapper, I’m spitting castrations

Fuck you up in one bar just cos I lack patience

I chat shit as long as the words fit and I’m rhyming

Walk around head high, just like I run this island

They’re all cubic zirconia, but me I bring the diamonds

Quartz crystals in my mind so I never slip on timing

I love a bitch, but everyday I suck my own dick

My head’s fucking massive but somehow it still won’t fit

And I won’t stop until everybody hates me

Cos I’m a fucking prick but every single thing I make’s deep

Yo, I’m on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit

Break toilets when we drop our shit

Cos what I say is too much, I don’t give a shit

I’m on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don’t give a shit

The dirty freak, every single pervert has heard of me

And any piece of skirt that serves herpes with burgermeat

I tell a slut to shut up, and give her purse to me

The worst you see a person on this earth to be absurd is me

Certainly, I pay to fuck a bird and give her dirty pee

A pair of dirty knees and leave her scared of what she’s learned to be

Work for free? I’d rather grab a quack-pig and fuck it’s head

Tug it’s flesh, cuddle it and fuck it till there’s nothing left

I’m the wanker with the clever gob, what?

Plus I’m the twat who put a banger through your letter box

I killed a cat just out of anger and I never stopped

It’s real as that, when we strangle for you head to pop

Desperate not what I got the pick of the bunch

Taking bitches off the list while they’re fixing their cunts

I’m literally blunt, and if this shit isn’t enough?

I’ll take a big swig from the piss in the cup

I’m like yo

I’m on some nightmare shit, take a razor blade straight to your clitoris

I’m on some dikestar shit, cos my name is not James it is triple six

I’m on some owl’s claw shit, what I say is too much for you little pricks

I’m on some syndicate shit, Flock about, sitting in your living room pissed

Ay yo, I lost my brain, found a cotching place

Up on top of graves, do a lot of dirt and I’m not ashamed

Got a flame that I hold to em, learn bitches

Now my competition are nothing but burn victims

Cut the lights out turn the cameras off

You sense danger like swimming in the amazon

While I climb a church spire and I dangle off

Slamming shots, wanking off with the hand of god

While them fools sound Pampers soft

That’s why I trample on them

Temper flairs, goddamn anger problem

I’m Bruce Banner with a temper

I balance my agenda while embarrassing contenders

You x-factor try out, die now, painfully

Aim, release, bulls-eye, you’re off to meet your maker g

I don’t know what they make of me

I’m self made, but that’s funny, cos you could still make my tea