Lyrics:
Minimum trash and maximum compost
Come to my home and I'll fix you up a hot roast
Field Roast, bad texture and bad taste
Animal defender, I only eat
shining it's so bright
Keep fuckin up directions, y'all niggas just not right
You niggas ain't field niggas, you niggas is field mice
Roast beef you be
got to look around a certain field
Come down to roast the flesh of some beginning
You've got to get back up and face your demons
Don't ever be afraid
(Seth, get off the field)
Growin' up, niggas used to roast me 'cause I had a lazy eye
Nowadays, I fuck they bitch every chance I get
I got VINs,
Well I went to a turkey roast down the street
The people down there eat like wild geese;
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.
Talk about
Well I went to a Turkey roast down the street
And the people down there are eatin' like wild geese
So I'm on my way I'm goin' back to Alabam
Well
steal but I cought three in my corn field
I'm on my way I'm a goin' on back to Alabam
Well one had a bushel and one had a peck one had a roast'near tied
it burn slow
Aye Out in Calabasas with the top ghost on some country shit having talks about a pot roast
What you don't know what you don't know I
Heather made some qualify roast beef
She was the cook of the family
She was trainin' her daughters
Now if they were Indian they would probably have
Bitch we eating good like some pot roast
I ain't tripping off of shit unless it's my dough
All these niggas think they hot but they not though
Oh I
Yad up with jah blessing on dem caan tek it (bussa bussa)
Yow a battle field we ah gawn step it
Tell dem a Israel voice
The fire of the light wah
God
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
Well I went to a turkey roast down the street
The people down there eat like wild geese;
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'.
Talk about
me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards and all the posters
Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any
Yes im in the field cause that's where the goats be
When I started rapping niggas tried to roast me
Now they might just get shot if they try to approach
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
ready for war, gotta say what your mind feel
Get ready for war, watch ‘em step in a mine field
I’m like an M-1 Abrams rollin’ wit my turret turnin’
if u no then u no
We don't take knees in the field nigga fuck how they feel we don't kneel For an injured Opponent
Can't give the opps no breaks they
the swine roast on the spit
That don't believe in anything they
Can't poke with a stick
They don't know about the monsters
That patrol the abyss
They don't
the mud came a real nigga
Don't know what more you want from me
Step you aside, you in the house with a field nigga
I I'm changing
Real eyes realise real
the mud came a real nigga
Don't know what more you want from me
Step you aside, you in the house with a field nigga
I I'm changing
Real eyes realise real
Well I went to a turkey roast down the street
The people down there eat like wild geese
I'm on my way, I'm goin' back to Alabam'
Talk about your
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
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