Flaming Turd - TeagOwenIn (Flaming Turd 5) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Little Italy]
My only hope is that I don't run out of time
Now that I'm here Mr. Turtle, better hit that chime
Cause what's 'bout to happen here
Borderline's a crime
Criminal!
Criminal Descent and not a cent to show for it
All we do is blow through it
Talking 'bout the times in the deer stand without a pan
God, Owen. You had one job, Owen
But I'll forgive you cause you the only one lettin' this flow-en

Ay G-Sp0t
Heard your diss track coming quick
But you better watch your back slick
Cause I'm not afraid to slam a bro
If he starts acting slow
I'll spit the fastest flow you've ever seen
And trust me there'll be no vaseline

[Verse 2: Big Ben]
Fucked you in your car
No sensation
Course you loved it
Standing ovation
Cop pulls up
Licence and registration
"Kiss my ass"
And fuck your nation
Big Ben in the house
I'm under your blouse
She see I got a boner
Hard
Know that I'm a loner with an Ikea card
Lube it up with a tender licking
Put it in the back cause she dying for a sticking
You playing me like Monopoly
Except I own all the property
Pussy like Alcatraz
Locked away
Prison break when I make you my bae
Then we can fuck like every day
We don't have to wait like Ray J
This is all just child's play
I'll let the chips fall where they may
No I ain't going to leave it like interplay

Yo DJ Salad, this is it
I think we got ourselves a brand new hit
This shit, it's super legit
Didn't do bad for a young white Brit
Anyway
What did I say?
Fucking hoes to Marvin Gaye?
ADHD makes my mind stray
Teacher calls me I say "okay"
My shoes are caked in mud cause I keep the flow dirty
Remember we just talking, I'm not being flirty
I'm not tall enough for you?
That could be true
But you really wanna bitch about it?
"Boo hoo hoo"
Want to go to third base?
Maybe not, just in case
Waiting for your fuck boy to call you back
Bet that dick makes a tasty snack
Okay I'm grossing myself out
Really guys that's not what I'm about
Still ain't tellin no lies
I wanna be in between those thighs
Yes I had one job
Still your basic heart throb
Now I'm stuck
Like what the fuck?
Smashin in your truck
Your clean out of luck
What's with me fucking chicks in cars?
Go so hard now I'm seeing stars
(Oh yeah Mrs. Martini
Made my v card vanish talking Houdini)
Yes motherfucker I'm a gung-ho pro
Flaming turd one two lets go