Little Danny Rahrig - Wilcoxson Rock [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Get your motherfuckin' hands off my "Krispie Kreme's"
I'm an eight year old with a baker's dozen, that's thirteen (All me)
Swag so mean. I got the short shorts with the thigh
That reaches down to my socks, which are pulled up knee high

Wicked fly style, I got the Boca B.U.M equipment
And the kind of unibrow that really takes some commitment
I roll up to the school, my mom made it happen
Bitches see my Sketchers lighting up as I tap em

On the pavement, making waves and I ain't even through the front door
Packed my Batman lunchbox. What the fuck I need school lunch for?
Got a sandwich, got some Cheeto's, got some basil for my red-eye
Got Capri-Sun: Mountain Cooler, hella cool for when my lips dry

Walk into my homeroom. Randall calls me fat and gay
I told him to "Shut up!" Handled it the G way
Teacher takes attendance but she don't gotta call my name
Cause she already know that Danny don't miss a fucking day

[Hook]
This that Wilcoxson Rock shit
Young brain idled by the toxins
I'm yelling so they yelling "No talking"
Ms. Buchanan yelling "No Talking"
Lights out in the lunch room when we lights when we walk in

[Interlude]

"No talking! The lights are turned off. That means no talking. Just eat your lunch!"
(Ugh, listen to this bitch. Meh meh meh meh meh)

[Verse 2]
Chillin' at my desk with some textbooks and some snack shit
English journals read like the memoirs of a fat kid
Just got back from lunch. Ms. Buchanan was cunt
She told me "No talking!" and then confiscated my blunt (what?)

The worst part? I couldn't finish eating
So I bust out the Gushers when it's time for silent reading
The juice bust out of the Gusher and landed in my beard hair
It was cherry so it looked like I was bleeding, got the teach scared

Sent me to the nurse which I was more than fine with
She's a 60 year old lady with surprisingly fine tits
Went to clean the blood up but then realized it was juice
So we just started making out. Now there's cherry on her poose

That's just how I do, third grader with a beard
Munching boxes of lots of women all well beyond his years
Out in time for recess but my breath still smell like snatch
So I pop a Luden's cough drop before I go play freeze tag (You're it)

[Hook]

Woah I'm feeling that cough drop, son
Luden's got me leaning like a motherfucker, kid
Shit's all wavy
Moving slow

[Hook]