Tier On3 - Lyrical Acrobats (Feat. Mr. Freeze & Robert 'just awful' Martin) [Prod. By Inenzoo] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus 1-
Me and my friends like to mess and fool around
We go smoke the best mary j that we found
And now we are moving to the sound
It goes down when the bass pounds onto the ground

Verse 1-(Tier On3)
She had a nice ass but no tits
She thought my dick was like a 4 5th
Just because you go to touch it
Doesn't mean it's gonna explode bricks

Have you ever fucked in a bunk bed
While she gave you dumb head
Make her lump wet
Make her cream up like puff bread
Did so many positions I wasn't done yet

The awkward thing was
No lights so I couldn't find her pussy
What are you doing trying to squish me
NO!!! more of I was trying to hush screams

I have to say the last 30 minutes
Of it wasn't pretty bad
But an hour later she come back
Ears up and then I heard her dad

He was bucked up with his pump pumped
Hoping he doesn't blow my head off
Like his daughter did to me with a suck suck
I better run strut from the guns rut

I said i was good behaving
Saying praying i won't be laying
In the dirt that evening and
Go leave my body there decaying

But it was all up in my mind
Paranoid cuz every sound
Was like the dropping of a dime
In the middle of the night

She gave me head 3 times
Maybe its a sign
But it said caution on the prime
But I went all in and made her cry

Chorus 2-

Verse 2- (Mr. Freeze)
MC Mister Freeze
Bending blistered knees
Empty nicotine figurines
Littering my rap study

(I don’t even smoke)
I can bar in binary 1011101010
(binary sequence of next verse)

Making C.R.E.A.M. from C.H.E.E.E.S.E
Collecting Heaping Edible Earnings Every Second Easily
Like the boys I did it beastily
Iller than measles epidemiology

I’m a rapping icon prodigy
Phones ring its probably Kanye calling me

That’s all I have written down

Chorus 3-


Verse 3- ( Robert 'just awful' Martin)
Oak trees I'm higher than
Fake friends I fire them
I'm just a kid with pimpin dreams
Downin 40s while sippin lean

I wake and say I'm awful
Then wake and bake some waffles
The ways I make this money
Will always be unlawful

See a heavy stack of cash
Take that shit real fast
Hop in my fusion pressure
Pushin on the gas

Homies wanna smoke
But son I'll have to pass
The bleezy while I'm feelin kinda sleazy
Call my baby mama and ask her if she miss me

I want this bitch to kiss me
Go ahead and try to diss me
Homies be there mobbin with me
I'm rated G like I'm on Disney

But more like a gangster
Richer than a Lannister
Cleaner than a janitor
What's that shit I know that smell

I can make it rain in hell
But I got a better way to tell
In the future when you need some reassurance..
Call your own cell phone and ask your dead body for it