Текст песни 2 Wycked - Dual Core

The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski
Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat
Live in a house by the aqua teen kids
With oil in the driveway that looks like Gee Whiz
Faces or brains? It's not important
Call into Terry for black market organs
Or cosmetic surgery if you pack extra baggage
Fixin up the The Supremo package
Me and 6-4, we know rapping
Bringin Meatwad if the beef start scrapping
I babysit dolls, see what I teach em
All sorts of badness, I didn't even feed them
Late night booty calls needing no rehearsal
That's information that you get in a commercial
Pool out back, and now that it's settled
I haven't done a thing about the pH levels

Yeah I wrote that, it's called: I wanna rock your body
And then in parenthesis it says: to the break of dawn
Thats beautiful, it's like poetry

C - A - R - L
Home all alone, won't come out of his shell
C - A - R - L
Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel
C - A - R - L
Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell
C - A - R - L
Listen up kids I got a story to tell

The name's Carl, I was bald as a kid
And worked overtime on asbestos gigs
Lived with my dad, my Christmas - bad
My gift was some carpet that wasn't even shag
Super spore episode, I'm the head honcho
Giving self-help tapes to Travis of the cosmos
401k, and it's really helping
Arms ripped off by the fake Willie Nelson
Do or die, who am I, failed out of junior high
Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites
Foreigner belt, no need for a gun
They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun
You're hot blooded, check it make it hot
I don't need no instructions to know how to ROCK
Sent right back in a hurry to lift off
I put the smack DOWN on Err and Inignokt

Wait a second, is that from the '83 tour
Ya, I saw those guys in the metal lands with Brian Adams
That was a kick ass show

C - A - R - L
Home all alone, won't come out of his shell
C - A - R - L
Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel
C - A - R - L
Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell
C - A - R - L
Listen up kids i got a story to tell

The name's Carl, C to the B
Giving 8-cent tips, seem pretty cheap
Of course living next to the Aqua Teen freaks
My property's destroyed every single week
Eaten by termites or crushed by an egg so
One time my house got stolen by a rainbow
Each new thing is the strangest of all
9-1-1 stopped taking my calls
Been clowned, been scammed, crushed my voyage
My body was destroyed by Frylocke's toilet
A total recarl, turn the fear up
With eyeballs for legs, my thighs will tear up
Speakin of tears there was once I cried
When I lost Svetlana, my mail order bride
If taken the wrong way, it might sound gay but
Me and cup there were, uh, co-fiancées

C - A - R - L
Home all alone, won't come out of his shell
C - A - R - L
Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel
C - A - R - L
Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell
C - A - R - L
Listen up kids I got a story to tell
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Listen up kids I got a story to tell