[Slug] Hey man, you remember Stephanie's little cousin? Yeah, a little feminine motherfucker Used to be scared of the football, yeah man Nah, nah I saw
, venomous, skeleton shredder, theres never been better Plus my fourth to the tenth letter rip Heads quick, youre little chick, that deliver get a little
ain't no finish line to this You got to give me mine, I really shine, my given time is this Live and die by the grind driven by the fist Where do you place
, just the present flow When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain, against the wall To hide
(Intro) Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here (Madrox) I communicate with the
woods! And mama you're running too Oh! My mama, you're running too Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I can't hide the dirty
Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
hot hot sun Tomorrow Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon They call my Mama Rita and my Daddy's Jack A little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac Big brother
, make it lose, we can prove That we're for real this time, we got nothin' to hide We can work the room, make it boom, turn it into A place where the
a little sad inside When my baby mistreats me, I never never have a place to hide, I need you! Sometimes I feel, I feel a little sad inside When my
little sad inside When my baby mistreats me, I never never have a place to hide, I need you! [instrumental] Sometimes I feel, I feel a little sad
the little secrets that you keep. I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night; you'll have to hide those kitchen knives. I know it all. I know everything. Your little brothers
a little rank and more fame You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump So instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture You know the brothers
them into mon [ fiddle ] They call my mama Rita and my daddy Jack A little baby brother on the floor that's Mac Brynn and Lynn are the family twins big brother
bitch that fuck with my niggas (rampage) Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure (busta rhymes) A'yo where rah digga? (rah digga) Scopin out the little
peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding? "What's Going On" Mother, mother, There's too many of you crying, Brother, brother, brother
's cousin Pile of hide drying in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon [ steel ] Well they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack A little baby brother
Oh, come on. lt's a shame to hide such a beautiful face. Why you shoot him, honey? Why don't you give a profile, a little smile like the girl in the