Budd Dwyer - SLIP ON A BANANA CLIP lyrics

[Verse 1: LIL REMAINS] We be them gorillas creepin' inside your motherf**ing mind Germ got the axe Watch him lift it up and then swing it from behind [Verse 2: GERM] Who is he? That f**er a beast Came with the fleet, knock you out your fleece Cold summers, long winters, if need be f** the world, b**h, I'm balls deep [Verse 3: LIL INFECTED] Demons surround me I'm drowning I'm fiending for opiates Scheming I hope it gets colder The seasons they change but we holding Defeating the opposition Opposite of the competition [Verse 4: LIL REMAINS] We start a f**ing riot Don't try me I strike like lightning or Tyson Do drive by's riding on bikes, man I swear that murder excitin' I'm expediting your life's end We multiplying alliance You biting? Well, I'm delighted Welcome to hell, I'm your guidance [Verse 5: GERM] Hold on Call on me Diamonds dancing, homie Running for office Offensive and lawless Balls of the rawest in jaws of the new elect f**ed up be my set like ratchets with hatchets wilding Catching necks I'm bout bad sh** like where the plague at? That guy with the lost cause Fifty one fifty Spazzing, screaming where the flame at? [Verse 6: LIL INFECTED] Flame on Plague calm Stained palms Pop eight pills now the f**ing pain's gone Slaying y'all Chain flawed Same song Change long Long mane Raised kong Trained kong to slay them broads Reign strong [Verse 7: LIL REMAINS] Dirty nasty up the ante Drop top, dat way Mr. pop off on a banny [Verse 8: GERM] I got a bottle of Thompson Bunch of sh**ty whiskey in me Gentilly with the 7th ward lord Razor blades slice the vocal chords [Verse 9: LIL INFECTED] From New Orleans to Atlanta Sip a dirty big shot f** a fanta Sell out a show in Santa Ana Dirty nasty propaganda