Lyrics:
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
I don't care if I never get back
So it's root, root, root for the home team
If they
Democrats Pussy, Hey! Liberals Pussy, Hey!
Democrats Pussy, Hey! Liberals Pussy, Hey!
Democrats Pussy, Hey! Liberals Pussy, Hey!
Democrats
Cracker
a gram of graham crackers
And some Van de Kamp's
I think I'll eat some Ambiens
Like they're candied yams
Cut a couple cadavers up and
Have a little snack
the right pair
But shit be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm
Democrats Oopsy, Hey! Liberals Oopsy, Hey!
Democrats Oopsy, Hey! Liberals Oopsy, Hey!
Democrats Oopsy, Hey! Liberals Oopsy, Hey!
Democrats
Cracker
[scratched sample] - "I'm the man!"
I stand in, ?? by the way as i begin
do you know who I am? and may reply with a grin
yes, I'm tired of being ??
of an active volcano
Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
COOKING TO THE RADIO TONIGHT
GOT THE TRUNK OF FUNK
BY CANDLE LIGHT
BLENDING THE INGREDIENTS TO HAND
WE COULD EAT THESE TUNES
WITH A SPOON...
BUT I
good sex and good weed
Baby oil to rub down my sleeves, relax and breathe
Red wine, crackers and cheese, baby shootin' the breeze
While aiming
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
the now
Went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts
Positions is part of my mission to hangin' on top
Gotta get your polly cracker or with them
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Find me by the water, I can bang now
All about a dollar, I can bang that, yeah
Ridin' for my partnas, I can bang that
I do what I wanna, I can
fuck around find out in time
I got a short fuse so if
By some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and
Your life gets destroyed
Got niggas
at night, back there in the dark
Back there in the dust, back there
The dog burst into flame
Anyhow, time went by, anyhow snap crackers and stone soup
the sleeper done slumbering
Pass me the mic and I might stop mumbling
Crumble like a cracker, I'll fall like a leaf
But the hole in my soul's been filled
neither in this cell
Nor in my heart
Only in my head
Yeah, some motherfucker told me um
I needed to stop dwelling in the past
Deafened by
to freshen up
I spray on some mace
I volunteered to bring cheese and crackers
So I gel up my crackers
And I cheese up my cornrows
Now I'm going to wait outside
monos)
Mentone, Yucaipa
The name is MC Cracker D
The singer in this band
(listen up)
That's Cracker with a 'not a '
Or 'ncle'understand
And if
blueberry whip
Cost a lot of bread, PBJ I call it
Graham cracker leather, marshmallow whip
Driven by the chocolate boy, s'mores I call it
I said graham
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