Lyrics:
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so-called best
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so-called best
strap, mother fucking matte rat
Yolandi's the black rat in the rat pack you spitting you fat rap
We're rolling with jack black, when the rap stap
of green
I'm known from the Liffy on down to Segu
And I'm known by the name of Little Johnny Doo
Of all the trades a-goin' sure a-beggin' is the best
liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fucking backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil, Pyrex, Don
FANGS OF THE RAT
LURKING IN THE SHADOWS
LIVING IN THE SEWERS
SATAN’S FURRY SPAWN
HIS EVIL HORDE
BEADY RED EYES
BURN IN THE NIGHT
PACKS OF KILLER RATS
on the road.
Well it hurt me to no end to see the back of my best friend
Guess I'll go and pack my things
And I'll get back on the road again
Well I've
Hill
And red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City
No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on
Rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids
known from the Liffy on down to Segu
And I'm known by the name of Little Johnny Doo
Of all the trades a-goin' sure a-beggin' is the best
When a man gets
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
of the ladder
Downward spiral to nothing
The smallest rat in the pack
Becoming the king of the hill
Caused by a twisted mind
No chance of recovery
No
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
You're in the rat pack flat
Loosen your toes
Smell the sweat
Under your nose
Hold your hat ´cause it might pop
When the rats are dancing lindy Hop
cake in
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go
They did the rat pack boogie woogie, woogie, woogie, woogie
Rat pack boogie and you'll be alright
Rat pack boogie woogie, woogie, woogie, woogie
Shake up
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
I make noise by myself
Slang them toys by myself
Did my time by myself
Write my rhymes by myself
Move packs by myself
Kill rats by myself
Told
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Yea
Too many fakes my crew hesitate
Been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you not a rat
Get rolled in a pack like dude
on my arm, it's only 10PM
Now the rat-pack with me going ham at the hotel
Name brand everything, fuck a wholesale
No, I am not materialistic
I was
the back went, clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack
Made 'em throw they hands up but then lay flat
Rat pack eat up, the average
up
That's all, man
Be a better man
And you gon', you gon' come out on your own way
Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it
Rat Pack niggas
Ayo, I
an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I cannot forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was
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