Part 11

Lyrics
[Hook] It may rude but if you're looking for baby food This ain't for you If you expect me to get friendly with any of that trendy shit This ain't for you If you're clamouring for glamouring a detrimental manner man This ain't for you And if you're a normie and you're horny for that corny shit This ain't for you [Verse 1] The graveyard's been desecrated, the illness is stress related Candidly my faith in humanity's been decimated Heavily medicated, I rock so notorious Bass in the ocean, Jaco Pastorius Down in the murky depths, I say no to work requests Ditto to quirky guests, I stand firm like perky breasts Dirty pesk get mе going and dart throwing Yo the next thing you know the horn's start blowing Likе this [Verse 2] Back in '92 I had a mouth full of gold teeth Control freak try again, you can't fool an old thief I'm not flowery like Georgia O'Keefe I'm powered by levels of deep untold grief Unrepeatable, racking up a Visa bill I'm chilling hard with Anita Hill in Margaritaville I'm unbeatable, threatening cassette decks I grew up with dirt road gen-X rednecks Waiting for the FedEx man with my Holy Grail Nose bleeding, proceeding down the lonely trail Slowly, I examine the mood I'm learning about Cuba and havin' some food Attitude callous at a trade show in Dallas Middle ground, triple crown Pedro Morales Baring my teeth instead of showing some skin I roar and then the horns start blowing again Like this Uh oh, I feel another breakdown coming on Snoop Dogg: Let's go to the Gap and buy underpants
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Credits
- Writers
- Buck 65