Текст песни Jailtime - Big Cracka

Fucking losers in the damn supermarket thinking I really wouldn't take this egg
And that dumbass cashier clerk and their damn prosthetic leg thinking they could catch me
Pfft. I took that shit too
They ain't gonna do shit
Hey! Hey
Give me my prosthetic leg back, you bitch
I gotta run. Oh god. Shit. God damn it. Oh god
God fucking no. Shit. No, please
God, it's... it's over
It's... it's all over

My real name is Greg, chugging that Fortnite Shield Keg
I just stole one egg and someone's prosthetic leg
They bringing me to jail-eg
Please don't take me, I will beg
Like a pirate with a peg leg, from Family Guy, just like Meg
He trying to arrest me, I'd go for his gun
Like a stupid ass dumb, dumb
Tazed an instant, that pain was persistent
Changed my legal name to Vincent and go and feel non-existent
There is no way I'm getting out of this
This has gotta be it. I ain't got no chance
Might as well just go and dance
Like gettin' a Fortnite Victory Royale
Ooh, we're going downtown
Where in the world are we headed now
Driver says, to the courtroom
Now I really am doomed
In the courtroom feeling dread
I think soon I may be dead
Ain't got enough money for a lawyer
So instead said I brought my friend Sawyer
He is shit at representing me
Now I'm on that ground pleading
Some intel the judge overhears
And she states, I'm guilty

Been in this jail cell, been crying all night
I don't think I'll even survive
This place is not quite the delight
My future in this hell isn't looking so bright

Rotting in this damn place
Already been punched in the fucking face
I'm like, "Damn what'd I do"
And he's like, "You smell like a load of poo"
This place is so fucking unbelievable
Some of the people are inconceivable
Said my sentence was seven years
Now I'm back again in tears
Apparently, they also found out about the incident at the orphanage
I will admit, that was quite unfortunate
Lunchtime fucking sucks
The food here really ain't it
At least it ain't as bad as what we got in school
That food tasted like shit
Accidentally dropped the soap
Then I got fucking groped
Never taking a shower again
That shit like Talking Ben
One thing I will admit
I don't regret taking that shit
That egg and leg were my most prized possessions
Although I did make a friend
His name is "Braindead Ted"
He may be dumb as a rock
But he knows how to pick a lock
I'm hoping I can get out early on a technicality
But I doubt it knowing how they view my state of mentality

In this jail cell
Been crying all night
I don't think I'll even survive
This place is not quite the delight
My future in this hell isn't looking so bright

Sitting in this jail cell
Eating my yummy Jello
Chilling with my elbow
And my left pinky toe
Looking in the paper
Trying to find the critics
While I'm sitting on my ass
Writing these shit lyrics
I'm gonna be here for so long-

It's open? What the hell is going on

Ted, Ted, Ted, Ted
Hop in. We gotta go! Go go. Come on. We gotta go
Go go go go, go