Sin7ven - Moonwater ft. Mawthra [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Fuck you in the face bitch, taste this
I’m fly like seduction on a spaceship
Mass affection, adolescent bragging babbling
Dabbling with this rapping business, smacking spitters tacky swagger man he flexing

Parselspeaking, darling teasing charming demon
Carving pentagrams in every vag I mark with semen
Fucking hard as being cis on tumblr
I piss on dumb girls, the diss list, this big spreads arms

Everyone inform Dead his head’s large
Forehead got stretch marks, vortex of flex bars
Stored in his shed with the warheads and XLR forming a web
Recording his next text arc

Eurgh, fuck it, I spat like a bucket
Put my fucking hand up your ass like a muppet
Coveting the ass can’t stop it
Into vampire fangs damn pu pucker up pucker up and suck it

[Mawthra - Verse 2]
Fuck it, pass me that satellite milk
And my appetite filled imma satisfied shill
Candlelight spilt as the sacrifice killed
Ain't an acolyte built to battle my ilk

Im a monsta but my rappin devine
Just passin the time smack slags back in time
Imma a hybrid thing both dragon and fly
I spread my wings and blacken the sky

I can't remeber the last time
My liver has passed wine but liqour was last night
Considered my past crimes just figured id blast rhymes
Until these mutherfuckers figure out that its cash time

Ooooh bitch i know you wanna go home
Ooh no we ain't fuckin leavin till our flow gold
Ohh ho we gone fuckin see what your dome hold
Put you ass breath brass necks in a choke hold

[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
Blabbermouth rapping loud, stagger bladder packed
Slapping cows, scallywag, bragging, blacking out
Napping in a cadillac in traffic, fatty macking
Baggy pants sagging baddy back in action now

My brain’s fucking haywire
And I feel like I’m Lain ‘cause I stay wired
Gimme that money and I’ll make it rain fire
On a lame liar, maintain flames in the tummy

Turn your bitch made verses into spit takes
Fishface spitters getting cursors on their clickbait
As a kid scratching his rhymes in the sand
Trying to master his basilisk pineal gland

Oh no morose flows froze his foes toes
Ghost wrote for coco, most folks don’t know though
Smoke the globe in four tokes, toast the ozone
Roving ronin poke holes in hoes’ kimonos

[Mawthra - Verse 4]
And what you dont know it won't hurt ya
But what will is knowin our sole purpose
Blowin the whole purch' ain't goin to no church
Ain't goin to soul search we closin the whole curtain

Ho better back up out my face bitch
The snakes that i came with the same that'll break kids
The snake that i taste with the same that i flame with
The same that'll claim that your lame figures ain't shit

Ha im done with this ruckus
Runnin this coven's fuckin been fun but
Fuckin miss muffet up in this cubbard's
Somethin my stomach's done begun lovin

God damn man the sound is automatic
When every single faggot round the town that wants to rap is
Cashed in ain't nobody down to drop the past when
Every single sound up out my mouth is problematic