Bug Juice

Lyrics
Another instant-ass classic. Stamp it to black lacquer Back off crab rappers and backstabbers, for that matter Bringing back that old school b-boy smooth elegance Get it straight, holmes. You over-estimate your relevance Bed-wetter, the sweater you're wearing is a re-issue Subplot: replacing bumbaclaats with a clean tissue Metal face, we miss you - wherever your train's bound As blood and sweat rains down. Child of James Brown Get your ass kicked Get your ass kicked Dig it. I'm drinking bug juice but it's bеtter than drug use I'm taking out the trash cans and rappеrs wearing Ugg boots Stupid. The frustration fuss. Dusty, you're a crustacean First-name basis with all the bums at the bus station Quasar terrain, yo. Stars, gay bars and rainbows My gloves are made of solid gold like Cesar Cedeño Word addiction kicking in. Your story's the purest fiction I'm down by law and you're out of your jurisdiction I whip it, I stab it, I grip it
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Credits
- Writers
- Buck 65