[Verse 1: Crawdad]
Yeah, in comes the dude with the spit shit
Hot off the press like the crack in ya kitchen, huh
I’m like a suicidal teen who seen her dreams gleam in the railroad light as it flipped green
Like the weed that the government push
California dream is just another thing that the government took
Throw the book at me, I’ll beat you till you turn blue
Like the color beneath the badge of those who protect and serve you
And I ‘ain't talking about the cops
I’m talking about the dude working graveyard at the Days Inn, punching the clock
Pushing tube socks of pharmaceuticals to supplement for the taxes you docked
You don’t know me, no you do not, this the only path left to rock
Who the fuck do I need to kill, to keep my lights and pay my bills
You don’t know me, no you do not, this the only path left to rock
Who the fuck do I need to kill, to keep my lights and pay my bills
Crawdad, Organ Grinder, Easy St., Ology, Character Assassins, Shanghai
[Hook: Crawdad]
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at
I might just need to take a little break now
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at
I might just need to take a little break now
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down
[Verse 2: Crawdad]
I’ve done more harm to a blank page then heroin to my class in eighth grade
They say whatever, I say get clever, if it’s all about the cheddar you better get headed to better endeavors
Get your head severed, the better the push, the better the approach
Systematically implode before you get in my zone
You know the poems deep in the blood stream, back to my childhood, back to that one team
To that one time, back to the first rhyme I ever spit, spit on me, shit on me, hit on me
Beat the shit out of it, sit out of it, get out and admit I've done some bad things
The fad seems to swing as the pendulum moves to the sound of the kick drum
Shits done I’m over it, until the impression it leaves weaves through the pen and it explodes a bit
Sober with an attitude to overthrow the baddest crew
Leave um with they jaws open
Saying he’s the magical mad man making moves like a matador on meth with the methods to bring the masses through
What
I knew a man who said he had no answers, just questions
So many factors, to these lessons, and it matters, we’re being tested