Camboi Smif - Crayola [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1]
I have fallen and I cannot get up
Call Life Alert
I'm crawling and I'm horny as fuck
I kinda like the dirt
You seem pretty trill though
Here is my number
Maybe we can chill - no?
Oh, only dykes avert
Talkame, baby
I want to hear more about you
Hang out with you and
Strip you of your moral values
And down to your round boobs
I'll scrounge arousal
Lounge, smoke loud, and
Get milked like cows do
I'mma fuck a bitch wearing
Diamond shoes and gucci shit
Open up that ass and
Let me see that nucleus
Beat the pussy up
Like my name Uriah Faber
You think I am a rapper?
Bitch, I am a raper
Do yourself a favor and
Ash that flavored paper
Save the roach for later
We can roast it in the nater
And toke with Joe Frazier
And watch the show Frasier
Say no, ya cold glacier
Cuz you a total babester
And you retarded like a
Motherfucker with autism
Open ya orifices so I
Can stick my balls in 'em
Dunkin’ on you bitches
And then I call Griffin
Askin Blake if he seen it
And he said "I sure didn't"
Damn dude
Maybe you should pay attention
Before you know it, I'll be
The reason that yo babies missin’
I am crayola and
You could not rock with me
So make like some taco meat
And do not talkame

[BRIDGE]
Do not talkame
Don’t you fuckin’ talkame
You should never fuckin’ talkame
Just don’t talkame

[VERSE]
I get in where I fit in, even where
I didn't, persistently slippin’
In women and fill 'em with jism
To split them like fission
Within your wedding I would
Be the best man, to give
Ya girl a shaking orgasm
On a web Cam-
Boi Smif dunks in
Ya ass, like basketball
Don't y'all be flattered at all
I am on adderall
Fuck you, pay me
Hate me crazy
Caking ladies
In baby gravy
Make me saying
Chelsea Lately
Lately I've been
Raping babies
And I finger rape whores
On my finger skateboards
Ollie over ovaries cuz
That's what I paid for
An awful azul waffle's
Not docile at brothels, more less a
Colossal debacle for a head's
Nostril, navel to forehead
Corbin Bleu's cheese
Sudanese cornbread
I'm sick of receiving that
Boring whore's boars head
Dead and gone with the Windows
98 bottles of beer on the Walmart
Shopping Eric Cartman served on
A Trayvon Martin Lawrence
Attackin’ her vag box hard, in
The back of a matchbox car, tap
Ass in the hatchback and that snatch
Is wetter than a Pavlov dog-
Gone-it
I shouldn’t have smoked that midgrade weed
I don’t even know what I was talking about in those last couple bars
Just take me home
I don’t want to be here anymore
I’m sorry, everybody
I went too far and I’ll admit it