Slavery - Naderland lyrics

Well Let me take you on a trip down Henwell None of the bullsh** drama that you ever start will end well Predator in the hen house Ten toes. Ten down Pimpin' these idiots just dolemite but Dylanmites in town Drippin' up on the scene Mug on mean blades chop like laser beam Creepin' around with no pa** in my neck of the woods is the sh** get you wiped away clean Plucked off of the green and haphazardly dumped in the middle of a field Player steady sippin' on the jug of Rossi right before I go and do a little mission I don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel I need to k** so must I k** I got you in my danger zone my world of chaos sh** is real Thunderstorms are warnin' you that you should have stayed home and chilled But now you trapped in weather world with tornados on my battlefield Ima let the dogs get ya Rip ya into shreds Pig father is back You think I'd ever stop you must be high on crack A lonely sad person on angel dust you remind of that You want me to send you back, right up back, to your uncles farm in Ohio, man? Welcome to Naderland A lotta tornaders, man Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip Whippin through Welcome to Naderland A lotta tornaders, man Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip What you gonna do