Signor Benedick the Moor - Whomp! A Tale by Charles Dodgson [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Lions in the jungle who feels an awfully like slugs
While these niggas on the street holding signs saying "Free Hugs"
Here at home we overcharge so Africa get free drugs
And the sheep playing their lions by doing what lions does
Indiscriminous venom discriminous seller of denim
No fat chicks, but shit inside I think I am a fat bitch
Waiting for what gender, dysphoria start to take off
Eating skinny bitches with barbecue flavored steak sauce
And a couple homies on the side
Shit I grabbed the nigga Ricky and give him a sticky ride
Call him third-world cause his phosphorescences died
Just like the little girls and boys prompted by mommy to hide
Shit, out in the pride all the weak niggas get ate
And the strong niggas get ate too, eight bitches that is
This is what they're made for
I am still waiting on the bitches that I really thought I had payed for

[Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Tommy does exactly as he's told
From the second he was born till the minute he dies of old
Never will he make a decision, derision has made him cold
He never learned the reward of beginning his life in bold
But now he fixates on gold and everywhere that it's sold
Cause after all of the bending he fits right into the mold
Like the Play-Doh his daughter swallow, now Tommy's tummy is hollow
The voice is soil and green and Tommy just up and follow
Re-memories of mama and all the lessons he borrow
Regrets that form the basis of all of Tommy's tomorrows
(blessed be the man with no memories)
Ignore himself, so he guess he ignoring the sorrow
While he walking home from the Molly and the people flavored sporrow [?]

[Hook: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher son is spending his time, guess he's a prodigal
The town crier's yelling but everywhere he's inaudible
No honor students of the school district is illaudible

Someone call the doctor this author is awfully illogical
The preacher s --

[Outro: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten
Left behind, beaten and rotten like the ones who picked the cotton?

Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten
Left behind, beaten and rotten like the ones who picked the cotton?

Is this the time when the mind is often forgotten
Left behind --