Swig of the Stew

Yeah, man

It's this motherfucking Swig of the Stew for the **** in you

Motherfucker, can you get with this crew?

Try to touch this motherfucker, turn ya motherfucking bangers blue

Somebody pass me this beer, I'ma listen to Saafir on this motherfucking next time

Who got the motherfucking next rhyme?

It's my partner over in this motherfucker, ****

Another massive dose I'm sending in

Hitting when I step to the deck

Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up then jet

From the ivory, it's time for me to see if I can graze the cut, just a hit

I'm shutting down ya pistons, you'll have to listen cause I'm clipping off the wack bracket shit that's soft

So go back to the troft and put it back next to the Smirnoff bottle where you found it from, it sounds numb, has no feel

An organic synthesis, did I mention this in the last verse?

No, I drive a fast hearse

They'll have to catch the flow, I'm snatching a row of burnt corpses

And hopin' they learnt the forces that they're up against is immense in this shit

With a fist to the grill is still a fraction of common sense

You would want Providence to play a part but it's obvious, you have no heart

I'm pro-truding a pro-tracker

The proportion of a slacker is where I store the shit so give me ya cup

What's ya flavor, it's juice, taste it, a swig of the stew

The funky nomadic attic dweller [3x]

Now that I have a deep dish spoon

**** be attacking get blackened eyes like racoons

Blew up like balloons busted, they're getting rusted, thrusted with them screw drivers

Who's the livest? Me!

And I love it when the slug rubs another from a rusty life

They, uh, couldn't cut it so I cut 'em with my trusty knife

Skinned alive and when deprived of one's life, one thinks twice

Three times a lady, Lionel couldn't pay me for you to fade me 'cause I be learning shit

Making tourniquets from broken English

I'm yoking the seamstress cause I'm sewing up shit

You know I can rip, I rest with the Hobo's, yo-yo's stays up

No mayonnaise on the cut but I can bust it with the mustard

My spice is hot, the radish adds this seasoning that creates and make taste buds wanna make dubs of the swig of the stew

Boxcar 23 is my freight train

I'm not stripping for the cock except the diesel

The weight gain, I make pain and I take it 'cause I'm humble

A dirty rat, a sturdy gat is the back up for the smack up, easy for me to pack the knack up

Braggadocio rhymes, I'm bragging while I'm lagging

Sagging 'cause my jeans have to be lean for the cuisine so who that

Dick Dasturdly could never master me, Drew raps constantly after me comes me

Stop suction cupping, you got nothing coming but cum of bum

Hun, I'm doing it for my **** in the O-A-K Land where I plan my escape

From traits of empty crates and busted grapes are not part of the gourmet

Hey, just an appetizer, filet mignon but the song is the stew