Swampwater

Dirty swamp mage brewing cooking out the cauldron now Lemme tell you bout a violent nigga grew up in the south He been smashing avocados puttin guac in the account Dirty schemin greedy heathen thinkin rob n murda, how You need the coin to escape the clout I'ma have to plot shit out I gotta make my bottom dollar Gotta make the movie count I light a blunt continuously Smokin weed pound after pound Floating I breathe my demons at ease I think I might be passing out I think I might be passing out I hope I'm fucking dying now Instead I just wake up Trade my soul fo a pay up Paranoid in my home Hope I don't get that pay cut My nigga we move Got some plans to develop We infested the swamp Delegated the set up I follow the back roads You stayed on the main course I honed in my craft You sit like molasses Run this shit back Coming at you with a plan of attack No time to react Throw yo ass out in the bog and we watch As the gators death roll yo ass into a snack