Sweatshop Union - Mashed Potatoes lyrics

Yeah, Pigeon Hole, Evil Yeah, Mr. Marmalade, let's roll man What's the game plan new jack? You still lookin back For the same two cats that's runnin laps around your grade school raps And what's the matter dude? You mad because we're not havin none of it When your weak a** wouldn't even last a minute up in Dun-a-wich Your whole platoon can't compete with the cap of two for loops A rapper crew, who apt to do, whatever the f** we want to do Cop the new LP cause this here's the preview And you ain't seen nothin yet so y'all can save it for the review Yeah, you must be trippin thinkin you could ever Pigeon Hole me Push me to a corner and I'd turnin into a flippin zombie Walkin dead, chopped off head, droppin red buckets of blood And guts comin out on the town dressed up in a tux Evil, not street legal, I speak regal Sweatshop wants to introduce me as the fifth Beatle My lingo's lethal, I smoke diesel Get the f** out of my face before I turn evil Ah-hah, like I already was and I'm already buzzin Like the electric eel 600 volts got you jumpin huh? Bzzzt~! Out the window, your style's so simple I'm magnificent, bring in the crescendo Marmalade and Mellow play the keys and the cello I'm at your door with the mask and bag like "Hello!" Get to know us, put the whole crew on our shoulders How we roll is, won't stop 'til we get what they owe us So give your soul up or we blow up, BOOM! It's Evil, Ebeneezer, and the Sweatshop doom It makes me happy just to sh** on rappers' dreams, watch Steam and watch the Grimace like "What is this?" This is me, knahmean The s**er fiends could only take so much So why'd I have to lean into them, and play so rough? I don't know, I'm sorry, I 'spose it's for the glory Of bein able to say that I sh** on rappers who bore me and You lose when I snooze so please don't make do it and Squat upon your noggins and go doo-doo to prove it