Mashed Potatoes - Sweatshop Union

Yeah, Pigeon Hole, Evil

Yeah, Mr. Marmalade, let’s roll man

What’s the game plan new jack?

You still lookin back

For the same two cats that’s runnin laps around your grade school raps

And what’s the matter dude?

You mad because we’re not havin none of it

When your weak ass wouldn’t even last a minute up in Dun-a-wich

Your whole platoon can’t compete with the cap of two for loops

A rapper crew, who apt to do, whatever the fuck we want to do

Cop the new LP cause this here’s the preview

And you ain’t seen nothin yet so y’all can save it for the review

Yeah, you must be trippin thinkin you could ever Pigeon Hole me

Push me to a corner and I’d turnin into a flippin zombie

Walkin dead, chopped off head, droppin red buckets of blood

And guts comin out on the town dressed up in a tux

Evil, not street legal, I speak regal

Sweatshop wants to introduce me as the fifth Beatle

My lingo’s lethal, I smoke diesel

Get the fuck out of my face before I turn evil

Ah-hah, like I already was and I’m already buzzin

Like the electric eel 600 volts got you jumpin huh?

Bzzzt~!

Out the window, your style’s so simple

I’m magnificent, bring in the crescendo

Marmalade and Mellow play the keys and the cello

I’m at your door with the mask and bag like «Hello!»

Get to know us, put the whole crew on our shoulders

How we roll is, won’t stop 'til we get what they owe us

So give your soul up or we blow up, BOOM!

It’s Evil, Ebeneezer, and the Sweatshop doom

It makes me happy just to shit on rappers' dreams, watch

Steam and watch the Grimace like «What is this?»

This is me, knahmean

The sucker fiends could only take so much

So why’d I have to lean into them, and play so rough?

I don’t know, I’m sorry, I 'spose it’s for the glory

Of bein able to say that I shit on rappers who bore me and

You lose when I snooze so please don’t make do it and

Squat upon your noggins and go doo-doo to prove it