*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.........................