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letra de 'carl' ('earl' remix_tribute) - carl oaks

-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 sh-tty–ss, flightskool–ss n-ggas

[carl]
..wha.. i’m not sh-tty, th-they’re sh-tty

[k.english]
..watch this sh-t, i’m bout to p-ss on these flightskool–ss n-ggas, before i grab the mic and murder these.. each and
one of the ugly–ss n-ggas

[carl]
..all them n-ggas! them f-ck-boy -ss.. ugly-looking n-ggas, lookin’ like f-ckin’ orangutangs on crack.. hahahaha
[k.english] haaaah

-beat starts-

[verse part 1: carl]
i sit in cl-ss while i’m waiting for the field trip to shootat last
it’s my p-ss-time, while my friends are out smoking gr-ss
..and broken gl-ss from the school bus, from which we jacked
from this gas station with this b-tch who was pumping gas
..with the audacity to drain the schools capacity
of n-ggas, 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 b-tch n-ggas..
carl puts the ‘cig’ in insignia
burning ‘bacc’ like it’s a rack of burnt appendages
take a stack of pictures with b-tches, who have intentions to
imitate the n-ggas to do what them other b-tches do
..i wear gl-sses and a hat that always matches my gadets
it so happens, i have habbits to harr-ss f-ggots
..stained mattresses, blood-stained to be exact
wack n-ggas acting like cats..n-ggas never packing ghats

[verse part 2: carl]
it’s 9/11 for the flightskool, plane crash
n-ggas never spit real sh-t, they on that lame trash
..but now it’s time for me to put them on that same blast
these n-ggas just f-ggots, shedrique probably f-cked dwayne’s -ss
..cause’ i’m attackin’ f-ggots like a gun of gatlin’ tactics
and i spread them on a mattress with a pack of ‘laxi-atives
..mispr-noucing words and sh-t, like i’m a crack addict
and my clothes smell like what i snort, yeah that sh-t is tragic
.. i’m snorting c0ke in parts, arsonist on noah’s ark
hocus-pocus-loaded sparks, ignite the hearts to broken parts
..the mark is bold and dark, n-ggas say its like disease
wack n-ggas 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]
n-ggas dissing r10t, but we start dismissing missing hooks
at them flightskool mothaph-kkas, like we’re going fishing, look
..you n-ggas are f-ggot b-tches with dumb intentions
try recording a f-ckin’ song with your f-ckin’ tongues missin’
..now as them people try to bisect
look close and you will see a bomb strapped to my chest
..i press the b-tton and results a big blast, boom
smitherines and -ss-cheeks all over this f-ckin’ cl-ssroom……b-tch…………………….

- carl oaks

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