GrewSum - Saw It Comin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
You motherfuckers didn't think I was coming like this huh?
Oh, beats crazy, let me tell these motherfuckers who I am

[Verse 1]
What's my name? What's my name? (Grewsum)
Spit hot like you touched the flame
Ever since I came it'll bust the same
And I still take pride bustin' nuts on dames
I'm so perverted (so perverted)
Addicted to sex, but nobody's perfect
I know this for certain
At the stripclub watchin' all my snow bunnies workin'
Make obscene music, halloween music
Make em bleed music, puff your weed to it
Ok? (ok) I think I look like a chinese guy with a case of pinkeye
(I'm fucked up) Still from the mixtape
Chug anything don't care other shit tastes
Yeah, don't care other shit tastes
Choke shit down till I get real shit faced

[Hook]
Whatever way I choose to rap
Just know it's always bumpin'
They movin' to the beat
I think I may have started somethin'
It's for my people smokin' and them alcoholics buzzin'
This came out of no where and I don't think they saw it comin'

[Verse 2]
What's my name? What's my name? (Darkflow)
Hit hard like I punched your brain
Matterfact might cut your brain, might fuck your dame
You fucks I slain, I'm fucking insane
I'm a new breed baby (machete love)
Might get through to bang your bitch with Freddy glove
Wanna go against me? Then I guess you're dumb
But go ahead and step up dog and get you some
Why you'd never come around? My spot is not calm
My spot just got spawned off rotten.com
You've ever came around, I can knock your top off
You wanted all to quit but I'm not gon' stop dog
Half of you motherfuckers shouldn't spit, you sucks
So when you see me in the area you hit the dust
Literally I'mma rip you up, tear you open
And play a game of tug-of-war with your guts

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
What’s my name? (Papa Burgundy)
Thinkin' about that hard cause you've might heard of me
Maybe on the track with the 3rd Degree
If it don't ring a bell you’re not concerning me
Sssh, hush that vibe, got your girl in my crib on a moustache ride
Screamin' like she’s singin' in the opera
She ain’t coming back now, she done met papa, yeah
If she deepthroat half, she'll be talking funny
If she take it in the ass, she'll be walking funny
If she don't do either, I know that she'll be back
Quick with the box of profilactis (aha)
She don't like weed, she a pot smoker
But before she does that, she's a hand stroker
Papa Burgundy knows he can poke her
The minute that he’s done setting up the cam corder

[Hook]