Swifty McVay - The Gooch [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

I'm a schizophrenic, rappers better panic
Cause our planet went in danger the moment Swifty landed
I revolve around the globe, start from my home
Then come back when everybody on the Earths gone
Automatics, I click clack it & spazz
I'm ill enough to blast a nigga backwards tragically (bitches)
Sip acid, slamming your grandmother in front of traffic
And causing a multiple car crash (this is)
Black magic, a rap addict that splits cabbages
Faster than jack rabbits in heat, blasting the street
All in your mouth like cavity creeps
I graduated from Amityville Academy [?]
Have a gang snatch the battery packs off these bastards
Kidnap 'em in vans till they're coughing up plasma
The worst serial killer since The Boston Massacre
I'm laughing in court with a face full of sarcasm
An acid dropper, tablet popper
Mixed with a massive amount of medicine copped from over the counter (bitch)
There's red around my nostrils, a rotten scoundrel
With a mountain full of powder right on top of my album
I sniff it then get lifted, I be on that bullshit
Leave the crib to put a body on this biscuit
Rusty trigger with the serial number missin'
You don't know who the fuck you're dealing with, it's Swifty

[Hook]

*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2

[Verse 2: Sean Strange]

Sean Michael, more torture for your [?]
Give a fuck about a hater, you can call me what you gotta
I'm not your ordinary type of rapper, bro
You're a Caitlyn Jenner faggot at a fashion show
If you don't have my dough, Imma hide in your back yard
And wait for you to walk up & then you get cracked hard
I'm like a rap god & you a bench warmer
A label rob me? Imma show up at your headquarters
Like where the money at? Go get the checkbook
Or Imma introduce you to a motherfucking death hook
[?] to the grave plot
I'll wrap the mic around my arm like the tattoo that Cool J got
If they hot, I'm like the Twin Towers burning down
You ain't the king homie, I think you should return the crown
I'll murder crowds, they'll be [?] like The Walking Dead
And you may find yourself in another world like a talking head
Come get your fortune read, I'll show you why you're unhappy
Try & coach me, Imma beat you down like Puff Daddy
Married to game but the bitch keep cheating, damn
Will all the rappers on that dairy shit like Peter Pan
I'm not an evil man, but quickly I could turn to one
Don't talk to me about hip-hop if you ain't heard of Pun
One love to my father, I'll keep your name alive
For every moment I'm here until the day I die

[Hook]

*Samples*
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck now)
(Who you think you dealing with?)
(Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian)
X2

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]

I was raised just a sinner, you was just a sinner
But I'm a real ass nigga & you just a pretender
My words is like a splinter that you could never get into
A grudge holder, never ever forgive a nigga
I'm maniacal, so try me hoe
You can get your shit slit open like a pistachio, hear you niggas admiral
I be [?] shit that's unimaginable
When I'm doing tragical actions, I be acting like it ain't happened, yo
They get to yapping, now they call a truce
Now they using rapping & that's niggas favorite excuse
I used to be loveable, now they call me troublesome
I walk in a room & motherfuckers get uncomfortable
They wanna know my M.O., something that's untouchable
Indestructible, knucklehead that'll outmuscle you
I do what I must do, I'm fucking up your hustle too
I'm [?] industrial curse