Sewer Surfer - King Fantastic

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