CARL Oaks - 'CARL' ('Earl' remix_tribute) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*scribbling*

[K.English]
Deion, what are you doing?

[Carl]
I-I'm writing my rhymes

[K.English]
..but you ccan't even rap like them shitty-ass, FlightSkool-ass niggas

[Carl]
..wha.. I'm not shitty, th-they're shitty

[K.English]
..watch this shit, I'm bout to piss on these FlightSkool-ass niggas, before I grab the mic and murder these.. each and
One of the ugly-ass niggas

[Carl]
..All them niggas! Them fuck-boy ass.. ugly-looking niggas, lookin' like fuckin' orangutangs on crack.. hahahaha
[K.English] haaaah

*beat starts*

[Verse Part 1: Carl]
I sit in class while I'm waiting for the field trip to shootat last
It's my pass-time, while my friends are out smoking grass
..and broken glass from the school bus, from which we jacked
From this gas station with this bitch who was pumping gas
..with the audacity to drain the schools capacity
Of niggas, now I have to see if cops are coming after me
..hopping fences while I'm jocking these syringes
Hot pockets filled with rock and I'm injecting these bitch niggas..
Carl puts the 'cig' in insignia
Burning 'bacc' like it's a rack of burnt appendages
Take a stack of pictures with bitches, who have intentions to
Imitate the niggas to do what them other bitches do
..I wear glasses and a hat that always matches my gadets
It so happens, I have habbits to harrass faggots
..stained mattresses, blood-stained to be exact
Wack niggas acting like cats..niggas never packing ghats

[Verse Part 2: Carl]
It's 9/11 for the FlightSkool, plane crash
Niggas never spit real shit, they on that lame trash
..but now it's time for me to put them on that same blast
These niggas just faggots, Shedrique probably fucked Dwayne's ass
..cause' I'm attackin' faggots like a gun of gatlin' tactics
And I spread them on a mattress with a pack of 'laxi-atives
..mispronoucing words and shit, like I'm a crack addict
And my clothes smell like what I snort, yeah that shit is tragic
.. I'm snorting coke in parts, arsonist on Noah's Ark
Hocus-pocus-loaded sparks, ignite the hearts to broken parts
..the mark is bold and dark, niggas say its like disease
Wack niggas will climbin trees, because they know it's hunting season
..I got the license buit I'm not abiding by it
Try it like a psychic on a bike with ice, who's name was Ronny Isaac

[Random dissing towards FlightSkool]

[Verse Part 3: Carl]
Niggas dissing R10t, but we start dismissing missing hooks
At them FlightSkool mothaphukkas, like we're going fishing, look
..you niggas are faggot bitches with dumb intentions
Try recording a fuckin' song with your fuckin' tongues missin'
..now as them people try to bisect
Look close and you will see a bomb strapped to my chest
..I press the button and results a big blast, boom
Smitherines and ass-cheeks all over this fuckin' classroom......bitch.........................