CARL Oaks - 'CARL' ('Earl' remix_tribute) lyrics

*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**ty-a**, FlightSkool-a** n***as [Carl] ..wha.. I'm not sh**ty, th-they're sh**ty [K.English] ..watch this sh**, I'm bout to piss on these FlightSkool-a** n***as, before I grab the mic and murder these.. each and One of the ugly-a** n***as [Carl] ..All them n***as! Them f**-boy a**.. ugly-looking n***as, lookin' like f**in' orangutangs on crack.. hahahaha [K.English] haaaah *beat starts* [Verse Part 1: Carl] I sit in cla** while I'm waiting for the field trip to shootat last It's my pa**-time, while my friends are out smoking gra** ..and broken gla** from the school bus, from which we jacked From this gas station with this b**h who was pumping gas ..with the audacity to drain the schools capacity Of n***as, 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**h n***as.. Carl puts the 'cig' in insignia Burning 'bacc' like it's a rack of burnt appendages Take a stack of pictures with b**hes, who have intentions to Imitate the n***as to do what them other b**hes do ..I wear gla**es and a hat that always matches my gadets It so happens, I have habbits to harra** f*ggots ..stained mattresses, blood-stained to be exact Wack n***as acting like cats..n***as never packing ghats [Verse Part 2: Carl] It's 9/11 for the FlightSkool, plane crash n***as never spit real sh**, they on that lame trash ..but now it's time for me to put them on that same blast These n***as just f*ggots, Shedrique probably f**ed Dwayne's a** ..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 ..mispronoucing words and sh**, like I'm a crack addict And my clothes smell like what I snort, yeah that sh** is tragic .. I'm snorting coke in parts, arsonist on Noah's Ark Hocus-pocus-loaded sparks, ignite the hearts to broken parts ..the mark is bold and dark, n***as say its like disease Wack n***as 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***as dissing R10t, but we start dismissing missing hooks At them FlightSkool mothaphukkas, like we're going fishing, look ..you n***as are f*ggot b**hes with dumb intentions Try recording a f**in' song with your f**in' tongues missin' ..now as them people try to bisect Look close and you will see a bomb strapped to my chest ..I press the bu*ton and results a big blast, boom Smitherines and a**-cheeks all over this f**in' cla**room......b**h.........................