Southernunderground - CunninLynguists

We’re back for another round, southernunderground

we ain’t following that traditional cookie-cutter sound

those that act like punks, treat 'em like trunks and shut-em-down

riding sound waves without sails, orrs, or rudders now

Other clowns suck worse than funnel clouds

One verse and your lungs are drowned with much dirt and rubble now

I’ve come to Earth to hunt em down, spit linguistics, pick up bitches

jizz on big tits and get your mistress to do my dishes

Cannibalistic, intangible mechanical misfit

scandolous dipshit who’s beats are too clean

So I’m back with some dirty tracks that were dubbed and played

Through an 8-Track and my grandma’s hearing aid

I’m afraid, though, we rap for food, we’re still hungry

in cyphers eatin up every muh’fuckah amongst me people try to ax stupid and stump D (HOT!)

so much proof in me that i’m drunk and stumbling

Mmmmmumblin some thuggin shit is not a sin to me but doesn’t hip-hop need a little positivity?

It’s all guns and slangin caine

We need some upliftment in the streets, somebody call David Blaine

Fuck positivity.

I’ll bang David Blaine’s favorite dame

make her say my name and hog her hedge like a SEGA game

stay insane, take her chain to sell on ebay for change

and use the money for weed to ease her labor pains

I’m offended!

Why?

Cause she’s pregnant and smoking weed?

No, cus he let her toke for free, that’s not how its supposed to be but fuck it, you can find me at home lonely

Praying to my Eminem shrine holding a rosary

I can battle rappers for cash or sell trees

but I feel like Will High, cause I just wanna drop an LP

Respect when it drops, if not I’ll make your girl put her breath on my cock

by tellin her it tastes like peppermint schnapps

And after doing the grown-up, sit with her in soap suds

roll up, some wack distribution and smoke BUDS

for fuckin’with my paper, getting me hype as a coke rush

it’s Cunninlynguists bitch, loving this since Cold Crush