Crocodiles

Lyrics

[Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): Unknown] [Verse 1: Rodan] Motherfuckers claiming to be the best but barely nice They sold a few millions of records, so what the fuck sold to Vanilla Ice? [?] once but rarely twice. Looking for a stable date Running through central booking with a label-mate Better find a May coach, get some player help. I Keeps it moving, faggots stay in motion like conveyer belts Due to numbers and due to the economy, it's written in Deuteronomy Lamborghinis and bitches in bikinis, a whoremonger Fuck happened to the war on hunger? Guess drugs Won in the end. Find me smoking in the den, but I ain't Never going out like Gunga. Spark the ganja, hard head Made for a tender ass. You sweet like Pendergrass Then I bend the craft—surrender the stash—snatch up [?] cash, reach the end of the task. Return To sender fast. Pick a winner? Your dinner's trash Never said never, always ready to get that cheddar Born to be king like Nebuchadnezzar This is my town, and you at the wrong end, cocksucker You better have a strong chin. Plantation rappers? Prepare to get Gone with the Wind. It's 'bout 2:45. Jumping on Route Q45 Keep those closets closed or you will get exposed By Rodan the Warrior. Fuck opening up bones Faggot, here, I got some news for ya Some new gloom for ya, some new tunes for ya [?] Melanin, I sing a blues tune for ya [?] sand dunes Or balloons in the foil with the tune to destroy ya Pugilism be brutal and beautiful like Mayweather Música De La Hoya. Welcome to the mutilation Of Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom Sawyer. It's essential So sensual, kind of seductive trying to build A foundation where fools usually end up being More destructive and counterproductive. Grounds buried Under mountain of corruption. Read the sign You cock-sucking, maggot illiterate. Kingdom of God Still under construction. Live life on the run Attend a knife fight with a gun—that's my type of fun Transport this product on borderlines, carry, crossover Like Allen Iverson, attack hard Fuck the frontcourt—coward, we're waiting the backyard Went from living off of modest means to being the hottest king With a lot of green, the hottest thing you ever seen By any means necessary via whatever means Stormy weather team, cosmo [?] Forever clean [?] fetish leather dreams Red-letter jeans, lettuce, fettuccini, and beans The cheddar and the cream, legacy to the dream like Coretta King. It's Rodan, bitch. Fuck you gonna find Better wings? If it's holistic, it ain't never Two separate things. Cut your life short like the Career of Kevin Federline. While you got your face Looking all funny, I'm out here from Long Island To Okinawa, getting all this motherfucking money. I'll be Goddamned if I surrender. We could take it to war like Samurais and ninjas, my nigga. Uh! Kill a gangsta!