Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
It ain`t Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon` have to fight
I`m always rollin` dirty so be actin` right
[Boots]
I`m bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
More strikes than a teachin` staff`s fight for pay hikes
Like cleats wit` spikes I clings to my turf tight
Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
You salivate at the sound of the bell
I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
when I`m shootin` off my mouth the politicians start to bail
When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I`m yellin`, Gimme all the loot!
Bourgeoise pimpin` me now my digits don`t compute
Chillin` in a house of ill repute
But is you wearin` canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
Sweat oozin` my skin just to get another fin`
Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
Jailtime producin`, silly Lilliputians!
This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo`-fo`
and twelve comrades in a box Chev` fo` do`
Skirtin` down the strip with a mission to render
And we don`t give a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain`t home return to sender
Can`t be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain`t no macrobiotic chemical colonic
This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
Somethin` much mo` potent that we plotted
Come and get some, if you ain`t got it
Chorus
[Boots]
Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don`t cop a plea
cause I`m B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
I feel my epedermis at it`s firmest just befo` a skirmish
If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus
Made the rulin` class hate us more than child sup-port payments
to Rosemary`s Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
Pissin` in your gumbo and they tell you, It`s all gravy!
See you can`t trust a big grip and a smile
And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
Now there`s a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble
Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
Who`s pimpin`, your bundle? I`m _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
If you`re snitchin` to Columbo we gon` drop you like a fumble
Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
And what the boss take is keepin` us from livin` great
If this ain`t straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate
You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
Don`t get frustrated, discombobulated
Don`t stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
Til then it`s food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin` couches
Overturned garbage cans wit` no Oscar the Grouches
Makin` money sellin plastic pouches
As Mystikal would say, My flo` is covered wit` roaches!
Absotively, posolutely, can`t do without it
The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!
Chorus
[Bridge]
Systematic playa-hation
Green paper complications
Got my ass an education
Can I get an application??
[Boots]
Pam the Funkstress
* Pam cuts n scratches Prince: Thank you for a funky time.. *
[Boots]
It`s kinda funky..
Mat Machine-Gun Kelly!
