[Intro: sample]
Beast Music...
"Animal"
"Animal"
"Animal"
"Animal"
[Stumik]
I dump at your grill again, they said I'm wilding
Plus I'm from the Island, something like Gilligan
Get slugs from the pump, just from grilling men
And spun like a ceiling fan, and slumped in the trunk, cause we militant
n***as better duck, when we k**ing sh**
Cuz Stumik get crunk, and I don't give a f**, if you feeling it
Ain't trying to be caught in the mix, my watch looking like
n***as hit me with a snowball on my wrist
I'm getting neck with the lights on, Hulk Hogan sh**
I'm sitting on twenty-two inch pythons
And I keep something new in that right palm
So what I got to prove, it ain't sh** you could do when your life's gone
[Chorus: Polite]
Aiyo, if you ain't from round here, don't come around here
I don't know what you heard, they carry guns round here
I know you heard they k** them boys round here
Listen (Watch what you say, it's on around here)
Yo, really though, it's all good, grew up around here
I watch fiends get high, and throw up round here
So be careful, when you roam round here
When you leave home, make sure you keep the chrome round there
[D.C.]
You don't wanna clash with Cash, and end up
With your body bent up, in that plastic bag
I leave you bloody as a maxipad, you know me
D.C., I'm in the streets like a taxi cab
You n***as sweeter than a Laffy Taf, and as far as that lead
I let it spread like a nasty rash
They only thing you ever clapped was gla**, on the ballcourt
I bet that sawed-off'll turn that a** to gra**
You all talk, you won't actually last
You probably think it's game, until them thang-thangs actually blast
Yo, when it blows, you can catch these drafts, the cold chills
From cold steel, it's ill, like a nasty gash
[Chorus]
[P.C.]
Paulie, I'm an "Animal", trying to find something to eat
You don't want it with me, I be hunting for beef
It'll be another dead body under a sheet
For trying to f** with my bread, I stomp 'em under the street
n***as think they hear thunder when I'm thumping the heat
I make it rain like Lil' Wayne, you can't f** with the beast
I punch n***as in they face, bear knuckle the cheek
A whole mouth full of fists, you lose a couple of teeth
Sorry I don't spit commercial rap, Paulie murk the track
And it can get a lot of worse than that
If I showed you how I work the mack, I leave a couple doves
And hearses at the church, lineback the pack
[Chorus]