Reese One - Sewer Surfer lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese One] This is for my front page n***a's, twelve-gauge n***a's Quick to k** a motherf**a trapped in a rage n***a Gorillas, Baboons, Grizzly bears Walk into country jail and throw they hood in the air The drug dealers, drug addicts and snakes Who live fast and die young, all gas no brakes In the scrapper taking [?] on a high speed chase He working on his third strike he can't take that case The clinically insane who got to be on their meds Risperdal, Thorizine, cuz they sick in the head The American psychos, loonies and live wires Trap you in the basement, set the house on fire The gang bangers, gamblers and stick up kids And all my four yard soldiers doing ten year bids This is for y'all my n** ball to the wall my n** Build it up just to watch it all fall my n** [Hook] Remember back to the gutta We almost swimming in the sewers motherf**a We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our f**ing brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh** Let 'em know we not the ones to f** with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherf**ing doors and good luck pricks [Verse 2: Reese One] Im feeling sick Im feeling sick You ever feel crazier then cat sh** Want to grab a sledge and go bat sh** You feeling grimy like an alley full of rat sh** Well this song is a soundtrack for that sh** It's some mo' break his f**ing back sh** Find somebody to just hall off and smack sh** k**er bee style, swarming rat pack sh** Pull out the Nine millimeter click clack sh** Take the shotgun off the gun rack sh** Slam a n***a on his head on some Shaq sh** Wartime, get dressed in all black sh** Now go show these motherf**ers how to act sh** [Hook](Times two) Remember back to the gutta We almost swimming in the sewers motherf**a We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our f**ing brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh** Let 'em know we not the ones to f** with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherf**ing doors and good luck pricks Remember back to the gutta We almost swimming in the sewers motherf**a We gon make the speakers bleed with gun shots And blow out our f**ing brains when the fun stops Maybe not, but it will be some buck sh** Let 'em know we not the ones to f** with They get nervous cuz we the ones they stuck with So lock your motherf**ing doors and good luck pricks