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(album: Mud Mouth - 2021)

We ain't in here, we outta here
We ain't in it, we above it
Yeah!

Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin
Chocolate chip ecstasy
'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah
I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King
Said he was an Eminem fan
So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously
And I never use that sparingly
American, please, take two on me
Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat
Right next to the other fifty pair
I put 'em on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck
I change clothes like I never had shit to wear
Like I never had a new whip to clean
Scrubbing white walls, I can get tipped, yeah
Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean
Gripping woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah
I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox
Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet
Head up into the car, reach in the glove box
Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit
In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy
What's new but a credit card using plastic
Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the
Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby, hot

And I'm feeling sketchy
Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr)
You feeling breathy
Chasing me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo
But I'm a star, I'm like a space student
Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo
You walking out the club like a wet noodle
Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle
Bitch, firecracker
Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short
An evangelist for the dope man
I got the plug, what's he abusing you for?
Hitting for the low like a basement, new floors
So keep your head up like a compass due north
You coming round the mud in the heavy Chevy
No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford
Still kicking Dixies
Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for
The gutter and the motherfuckering crooks to do court
Thanks to play I'm still kicking new doors
Down, I'm still busting locks for you boys
Steal this shit like I stole manure
Smoke bellowing out of a chimney stack
I'm burning up a track like a full pack of Newports

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby, hot

All motherfucking day
Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy
Fucking getting it, yeah!

And I really don't mind
Whether or not you consider me as a rapper
I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern
They forget about the wolf, now they're flipping it backwards
Ooh, what a rotten apple
Fucking worms, just bait and tackle
So as a matter of fact
You're better off leaving me out of the rappers chapter
So while the old turntable wobble around
I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down
Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown
And spare no change, follow me now
Every single record was a part of me now
They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down
Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now
ET phone home, calling me now
Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am
Meant to be this hood, tripping out all day
Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah
And like an oak tree that's poking
Off of the riverbank, I be hanging lowkey
Throwing my cigarette in the fire like an old chief
Packing a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby
Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get
Cold, me coming again, I'm running at the mouth
Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm
Dope, should've been cocaine, keeping 'em up, baby, hot

Hitchy-witchy country ass shit
What you talking 'bout?
Catfish, motherfucker!