Feign Submission

(álbum: God Of The Serengeti - 2012)

[Kid #1:] Damn you, rabbit! You smell like fucking piss!
[Kid #2:] You can kiss my ass!
[Kid #1:] I hate the goddamned rabbit
[Kid #2:] Fucking rabbit!
[Kid #1:] Kill his ass!
[Kid #2:] I don't like rabbits coming to my fucking house. I kill!
[Kid #1:] He looks like a queer rabbit! All queer!
[Kid #2:] That fag! He can kiss my ass!
[Kid #2:] Rabbits are queers!
[Kid #2:] They always got to shit on themselves!
[Kid #1:] This shitty-ass rabbit stinks! -l know
[Kid #1:] He smells like pussy!
[Kid #1:] Smells like wetback dick!
[Kid #2:] They smell like a pound of bullshit!

Any time I pull the hammer out, it's usually Glock
It's usually cocked, it's usually for shooting at cops
I'd like to say I'm sober, but I'm usually not
Usually at the bar with bitches, they salute me a lot
And they like to argue whether they a groupie or not
Tell me that they intellectual and school me a lot
Listen bitch, I ain't saying if you stupid or not
You just barking up the wrong tree, move it or stop
I was reading Nabokov, while you was grooving to pop
I was selling nickel bags and was a student of Pac
I was watching Kubrick movies, I was shooting a lot
Had to lie to my mama, wasn't truthful a lot
You was stupid, thought a Bud deuce-deuce was a lot
And I never thought a whole bottle of Goose was a lot
You decide if I'm drunk or that I'm lucid or not
I just know that I'm smarter than you, and the proof in the pot