RAPTORS - Purrge [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Won't you please come along on our rhyming endeavor
Raptors are better than anything ever
I'm the Purtil Ghost and I'm Greasy C
I'm part Raptorfarian named Gorgeous Steve
Handsome is a gift but to me a disease
Because the mirror just won't stop looking at me
Raptors are the realist and surrealist for real
Mixing Psychedelics in our daily corn meal
Our rhymes are auricular and spooky spectacular
Ill raps are raptor milk so they call me the lactator

Raptors are the best, raptors are the best
We're more fly than the house hold pest
Raptors are the breast, raptors are the breast
Raptors are the one and only, fuck the rest
Cunt normalcy my rhymes are nonsense
Ducks worship me like im irving constance

Chorus (x4) (Greasy C)
I love Raptors, you do too
Raptors make me feel good
How bout you?

Raptors are the original rebels
While your eating wheaties
We're eating fruity pebbles
You think you sweet, but we know we're sweeter
Blah blah blah blah
More spanish than peter
Raptors is genius, genius is raptors
We in your crypt, eating cadavers
Raptors are gorgeuos, shine like a star
Haters can't survive my FDR

Verse 2 (FDR)

I got the flow of Zeus, but you know I'm rapping harder
Fuck Ceres in the bum, man, that bitch was a farter
You live on Mount Olympus, well bitch Im on McKinley
Got a beard down to my dick
Fat bitches call me Gimli

Im coming down with vengeance
Cause bitch I wrote the bible
I roll up to your temple
And Ill shit on every idol
Hide behind a tunic, I just use a sock
Sit in clouds of lightning because he's got a little cock

While your busy filling fate man
I'm just humping hips
You'll end like my dick, man
Fucking crippled like a gimp

Chorus (x4) (FDR)
I love Raptors, you do too
Raptors make me feel good
How bout you?

Fat Dick Rybs, bitches need bibs
With my special sauce,y'all gonna need to floss
Getting head on palm sunday, absolved after confession
Sodomizing relics,like it's my profession
Call my Nostradamus, cause bitch I prophosize
Like Moses did the sea, you can find me parting thighs
Tylenol bong rips, but I didn't inhale
Messing with Raptors, you'll get fucking impaled

I've been battling that bulge since 1944
With a dick so big, shit could end a world war
Keep calm and carry on you fucking brits
I keep calm and carry 'doms
For that dickzkreig
You and my, friday night, the 3's
And boosh
Hamilton's appeased

(Greasy C)
I dont give a shit what you think about me
(FDR)
And i dont give a shit who you think you are
(Greasy C)
Im a rap star named greasy c
(FDR)
And im a pretty pony named FDR

(Greasy C)
Ferd is dead
(FDR)
Ferd is dead
(Greasy C)
From the hills of Turbistan, man
Ferd is dead