Sewer Surfer

This is for my front page niggas, twelve-gauge niggas
Quick to kill a motherfucka trapped in a rage nigga
Gorillas, baboons, grizzly bears
Walk into the country jail and throw they hood in the air
The drug dealers, drug addicts, lizards and snakes
Who live fast and die young, all gas no brakes
In the scrapper taking on a high speed chase
He working on his third strike he can’t take that case
The clinically insane who got to be on their meds
Risperdal, Thorizine, cuz they sick in the head
The American psychos, loonies and live wires
Trap you in the basement and set the house on fire
The gang bangers, gamblers and stick up kids
And all my four yard soldiers doing ten year bids
This is for y’all my nigg balls to the wall my nigg
Build it up just to watch it all fall my nigg
Remember back to the gutta
We go 'a swimming in the sewers motherfucka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit
Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks
Im feeling sick
Im feeling sick
You ever feel crazier than cat shit
Want to grab a sledge and go bat shit
You feeling grimy like an alley full of rat shit
Well this song is a soundtrack for that shit
It’s some mo' break his fucking back shit
Find somebody to just haul off and smack shit
Killer bee style, swarming rat pack shit
Pull out the nine millimeter click clack shit
Take the shotgun off the gun rack shit
Slam a nigga on his head on some Shaq shit
Wartime, get dressed in all black shit
Now go show these motherfuckers how to act shit
(Times two)
Remember back to the gutta
We almost swimming in the sewers motherfucka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit
Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks
Remember back to the gutta
We almost swimming in the sewers motherfucka
We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots
And blow out our fucking brains when the fun stops
Maybe not, but it will be some buck shit
Let 'em know we not the ones to fuck with
They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with
So lock your motherfucking doors and good luck pricks