This is a song about "Creature carl"

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

And why do i have to send this poor creature to an afterlife?

Sorry battle gone carl won.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

To click respond to your master carl

You get close but no cigar

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

You are the flawless creature to my world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star