Headline - Tiggers In Paris [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

This is a spelling bee, these words will make you sting. Gonorrhea in your ears, just let it fuckin' ring
A lot like my phone, I'm off the hook. Running shit like Usain Bolt. We writing books, fuckin' bookin it
I got you look all shook, this ain't a halfway house, this game is filled with crooks. Call me Heisenberg
The undisputed best cook, Jesse's shit knocks you on your ass like a right hook. I got the fight booked
Kung fu frightening. Show her my John Travolta, Greased Lightning. Woah slow it down, you're juggling the topics
I like my women how I like my cars, topless. I got this, beat's already killed. Kiddies playing minecraft, in a
Mine field. With no idea, how the world works, about to get taken over by us young turks. For sure, the future
Fuckin' leaders. Time to make it fuckin' legal, got the fever for the reefer. Penetrating your hearts, with my fuckin'
Weiner. Talk abou a creampie, let's hope I'm not a skeeter. Don't fear the reaper, he's a fuckin' teaser cuttin millimeter
Peters off with a fuckin' cleaver. Take a breather, I'm bringing back raw hip hop. The world is ours, but he killed 2Pac