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Mule (Alice Donut) · Dark Side of the Mule (Gov't Mule) · Gov't Mule (Gov't Mule) · Mule Train: The Best Of Frankie Laine (Frankie Laine) · Mule Skinner Blues (The Fendermen) · Mule Train: 25 Greatest Hits & Favorites (Tennessee Ernie Ford) · Mule Train [Polygram] (Frankie Laine) · Mule Variations [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Tom Waits) · Dub Side of the Mule [2015] (Gov't Mule) · Dub Side of the Mule [Deluxe] (Gov't Mule) – and 90 other albums »


on Spidey's wild ride

And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
world.

I'd sold my mule and bale of hay
These shoes left, tattered and worn
They'd carry me to heaven or they'd walk straight to a hole
I didn't see
spot every day but don't need no bait cause it's dry

Yes it's true that he's not quite all there but who cares
Neither are the values that he's lived by
You're sleeping on the bed right in front of me
I found some paper by the desk in the lobby
I'm trying quiet not to wake you up
As the Tucson sun is
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
Slap the cuffs on, you're goin' downtown
Gonna lock you up in the hole
'Cause the dea made a power play
And you're lookin' at 2 to 4

Back
years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 bills
Homicide though
Genocide when I ride
When we die
Only God knows where
in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that
But soon they will fall out
Dig themselves in a hole they can’t crawl out
Passed out in streets sprawled out
In bathroom stalls tryna knock and they
hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast, don't panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock
The rap game
my mind in two colds
Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose
I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be
A sunny day some chicks that wanna play
And I'll be on my way

C'mon now
All I need in this world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a little
and left a hole in the family and lots of women had to nanny me
School was a laugh, they didn't have ADD, thick was the term they used for me
(over
Rocawear... (check)
Nike Airs... (check)
Mean bucket... (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
He was decapitated! They found
His head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
In
Training Generation Fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
love
to those who ride with me while I'm putting in work

[Butta Verses]
Full-timing it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before
and make another hit
I looked him in his eyes and told him that ain't shit
Gimme 30 minutes and I'mma wreck this bitch
So I wrote this rhyme I'mma bout
holes in em’
Man I did about 30 shows in em’
Blow hit em’, rain and snow I hit the road and flowed in em’
No gimmicks, no image, I’m just a hard worker
They say he had another fight (again),
They say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin 
A niggas ass for tryin' him like a hoe (that's my nigga),
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year