Ratcheft – Rat Stew LyricsFollow
[Verse 1: Swayze]
Nunchucks, bandanna, my sawg mad
Got CPS called on me for whipping my dad’s ass
Its Ratcheft nigga , smoke a pound a day
And fuckin en hang w/ my crew stackin money like hay
Fuckin en commando ill be Random while fuckin a cock her spaniel
In the middle of the subway, bums selling me the handle
Im open to burnin candles
In an abando just me and my fuckin friend-ho
And fucking ing until ‘the man’ shows!
Im an asshole your out of your league
Can make it to the show to lose like Miami basketball teams
Don’t wipe me off bitch im very clean
You’ve never seen this human-being-rat-pack extraordinaire
We moving things..
The kids im influencing the new routine:
Fuck this and fuck that just make the fuckin cream
Exact yo. In fact bro..
I'mma welcome you to the back of the Rat Tax show
[Verse 2: LeGit]
It’s the neo-negro, the villain fuck the hero
Project doom to the goons cuz I fear no
Homo-sapien im just tryna make the ends
Meet the Mercedes Benz, maybe get the ladies in
Maybe then this crazy sinful bastard could take a 10..
And own a large hut for my baby to have a baby in?
Seriously? Id rather ride the hearse
Id rather be a deadbeat than gratify my curse
Or satisfy the worse case: death on a birthday
My breath taking verses show work like an earthquake
Yea, as im climbing high to greatness
The rhymes that I kick cause seismic vibrations
The livest guy making extraordinary history
Officially taking shit from the game w/ a grip of thieves
Cookin dope for the crackheads
Leavin cracked heads on the gorund from my black lead!
[Verse 3: Keef]
Uh, fuckin ing play me on the radio
Free steeze genius bangin through your ASIO
Banks go rupt once the cheft show up
Highway robbery when that set show sucks!
Internet drone, lowkey okiely Follow old people
With a glass full of gold teeth
Fresh fest, granddaddy swagger
Axe to my listeners, a fan body snatcher
Ready for the rapture herb-lighter-bird
Like raptor rappers
Six six Saturn, ask why I hate jesus but it shouldn’t matter
Nigga look and you recognize a fuckin in crooked pattern
Raps first black cursed bastards diverse
Heh, dad’s worse!
Wanted a son, but he wanted cash first
Last to laugh, that fuckin dagger stab hurt nigga
Man niggas is bitches, wanna fuck w/ you when ya dick bigger than his is
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