Circumcision Proposition - Beatrix Phoebe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Tory Kipple]
"I wake up in the morning with some caffeine in my coffee, Inject morphine in my left knee or my cleft chin with a used syringe, got codeine in my cup of lean and I'm smoking weed got the finest tree on my whole street, in my whole city, shit its even got a money back warrantee, and I be waking up in the morning with some LSD in my cup of tea, got ecstasy in my Hennessy from Tennessee it gets the best of me and I'm soul searching for the sake of me while I'm un-bagging these groceries and I'm dusting of y'all egos for my self esteem, I'm Mr. Clean, and I'm fucking a bitch in the ass while she's sucking my dick at the same fucking time at the ice skating rink at a quarter to three she will see what I mean when I say my obscenity isn't obscene, yeah mother fucking right Mr. Kipple got the ripple effect that began your life."

"Im trynna get my dick sucked cock licked and fucked in the back of a truck with a couple of ducks mother fuck what you heard I'm a dodo bird I'm the last on the earth and the bird is the word, u-o-e-n-o what the fuck to do when I roll through with a couple of dudes but ass naked with a couple of flutes shoved up their ass playing fiddler on the roof. Mother fuck what you heard I'm a dodo bird best on the earth cause the bird is the word. Suck my dick while I fuck your ass, fuck my ass while I suck your dick, better make it quick cause I got a picnic to attend with some friends no intend to offend go check tungsten on youtube two thousand views and counting fool."

[Verse 2: El Tree]
"The trill villain is back in school just fucked a mule from Honduras please refer us to the clerk that could lead us to where the herb is, Holiday Inn we chillin' my house is getting refurbished, but in a few days I'll have a mansion with girls twerkin'."

[Verse 3: Tory Kipple]
"I'm chillin' on the first floor with a couple of whores trynna re-light the blunt that we torched at four, while sitting on the Porsche on my porch, on the Porsche on my porch, yeah I said I got a Porsche on my porch with the torch that I scorched up the lord's homie George with abortion-less Mormons proportions of storage is subordinate to the ordinance of the coordinates on the proposition jet."

[Verse 4: El Tree]
"You niggas think this shit's a game? Hop on the propostion jet with your GF and I can show her a fucking snake on a plane we need ten french strippers lets take this party to Spain my street magic got your dick disappearing like David Blaine, don't you think it's insane? This watch so cold it make my wrist hurt insert the blade in your liver dump your body in the river damn I'm the man i'll make your hand red like playing twister reverse litter, pick your trashy ex up off the streets and split her, its official promiscuous mistress viscous with my stick shift, bust a nut on your driveway we're causing mischief while drifting"

[Verse 5: Tory Kipple]
"Into the mystic river in Michigan with my siblings, impatiently waiting for Satan to pop out the water naked hating on master bating ravers munching on raisins, and helping patients and fucking asians across the nation, your individualism isn't getting no compliments I'm confident and competent biotch."

[Verse 6: El Tree]
"I got your mom at Coachella three-way tango in her winnebago tits flopping like girl play with that pussy like it's play dough shit's popping off girl go back-hand that crusty stank ho, bitch do whatever I say, a slave in two chains I'm Django everyone lay low CP running fast through your bank while I'm gripping the heater fuck around and make that safe full of gold look emptier, grab that meat cleaver and dip to kill Trinidad's gold flamingo Tk rocking shades while your bitch on his gringo dingo."

[El Tree]
"Circumcision Proposition fuck a bad bitch in your kitchen"
[Tory Kipple]
"While ignoring the ring of the doorbell of a couple Mormons fulfilling their mission"
[El Tree]
"Now listen run to the doctor and tell him to fill my prescription"
[Tory Kipple]
"Then mix a little Pseudoephedrine and then give it to a Jehovah's Witness."

[Tory Kipple & El Tree]
"Bitches Money Drugs Cars Rape Assault Murder Fraud
Bitches Money Drugs Cars Stealing Bitches Credit Cards
Paparazzi's keep flashing at us like we're the new One Direction, gotta' keep up with new designer shit and rock skinny jeans for our erections, vote for us in the election we can lift you out this depression, I'm guessing now that y'all can say that we have imperfected perfection."