Lyrics:
Carnivores on Bloomfield Beach, it's nice to meetcha Hide your kids and your yinzer wives, we're comin to eatcha We don't want no Shur Save meat,
a yinzer, went from lead to Gen-X water. don't hide your hate gonna burn it down don't be afraid no one can stop us now
we was racing Got a couple Polish bitches Whipping up that Halushki Lil pierogi on the side How you feeling Bitch don't push me I'm a Yinzer from
you could see it from my headgear If Schoolboy the man then I'm the kid of the year Slinging Yingers with my yinzers from Pittsburgh Man my wrist hurt
plunge. Yinzer, I'm like Mister, Rodgers when I hit the masses. Infecting the youth with knowledge that is everlasting... Do what you gotta do To make you
your Death Valley Adventure Then I venture back to Pittsburgh with them Yinzers I entered the rap game like a bull up in a china shop Knockin' everything
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