SNAXXX

by Mike Mictlan

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Doomtree. No Kings. False Hopes. Impressive Fource. GAYNGS Affiliyated. Marijuana Deathsquads. Dirty Lip Goons. BLK WZRDs. WAG! Tha Clerb. Doug Life. #HELLAFRREAL

Watch the video for "Spicy Peen": www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6DIcgH32Xc

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released 27 September 2012

Tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 11, 12, 13, & 15 produced by 2% Muck
Tracks 1 & 14 produced by DJ Rich-Dog
Track 8 produced by Paper Tiger
Track 9 produced by Mike Frey

DTR-037
Executive Produced by Z3R0K00L8D
Mixing & Mastering by Bob for Gravebomb Studios
Artwork by @CrooksClub for Minnesota Vice LLC

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Doomtree Minneapolis

Doomtree is a collective of seven friends who live in Minneapolis and make music together. They’ve earned acclaim for genre- defying recordings, explosive live performances, and their fierce loyalty to one another. Members include P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger. The DIY outfit has built an international fanbase one city, one show, and one song at a time. ... more

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Track Name: Kinder Care (My First Words)
My older brother Richard recording me reading out of a Sex-Ed book when I was like 5 years old.
Track Name: Creeper Status
You don’t want none with my elevated mindstate/ Hella-fied ignorance justificated crime-rate/ Pull up on the side/ Pu-Pull up on the side/ Pull up on the/ Pull up on the/ Yeah that’s right/ Pull up on the side of your ’95 Civic/ No license, no brown bag, this is how I’m livin’/ Brown man, white women/ Just kidding, all types all colors over for mind-sex leaving with Mike in em/
On the spot where you battling mc’s at/ You ain’t never sold it out, you want positive feedback/ Quit rappin, go to the mall start gift wrapping/ Get 15% off that Express Mens jacket (Ew)/ Push up on girl like “Pushit Pushit rrreal good!”/ Rules to make her body give direction like Spielberg (Click!)/ Picture that she kinda like me/ On the dance floor screaming “Give It To Me Mikey!!”

I’m a mess I’m a Creep (I’m a What!?)
I’m outchea tryna catch (All the What!?)
All the sheep
Slaughtering to eat (It’s a What!?)
It’s a feast
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it garunteed little bwoy
I’m a Champ (I’m a What!?) No Kings
Minnesota on that ass (We do the What!?)
We do “Tha Thing”
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it gaurunteed
So sick, I’m so fresh
So motherfucking me Young Man (WHAT!?)

I’m so hood talking shit I always used to/ Fuck a street gang cuz we can learn to shoot too/ You too, get your banging off of YouTube/ Google “the world’s a ghetto” and your “gayng ain’t bullet-proof”/ Rubberband or bully-proof Wooly Mammoth Minne-snowta So-Cal vocal fully loaded hoody troop/ Be scared of us cuz we the Cootie Crew/ Holler Hootie-Hoo? Who are you?/ Rudy-poo booty-rapper learned to rap on movie shoots/ I walk in heavy shoes, you steady rock with a bigger head than Betty Boop/ You must humbly bow out or bow down/ Mumbling bow-wow’s put the paws down now/ Rumble in the dog-house lock the neck in one round/ One sound (EGH!) shut em’ to the compound/ I’ma complex rapper, complex killer/ Chop a rhymer down to context filler/ Feel affirmative that I’m the next-getter-champ-splitter-shrimp-dinner-butcherboy-beefcake-barber Jimmy Snuffa chest-splitter/ And what the hell does that even mean??/ Means I’m just ill at rhyming and everything in between/ So Go Big or Go Bigger/ It’s your neighborhood Doomtree Dead Ringer (Yeah that’s ME)/ Go Big or Go Bigger/ It’s Murder Making Mike (Marquez) Mictlan Motherfucker THAT’S ME!

I’m a mess I’m a Creep (I’m a What!?)
I’m outchea tryna catch (All the What!?)
All the sheep
Slaughtering to eat (It’s a What!?)
It’s a feast
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it garunteed little bwoy
I’m a Champ (I’m a What!?) No Kings
Minnesota on that ass (We do the What!?)
We do “Tha Thing”
I do this in my sleep
Coming with it gaurunteed
So sick, I’m so fresh
So motherfucking me Young Man (WHAT!?)
Track Name: Give It To Mikey (feat. Lizzo)
Give It To Mikey featuring Lizzo

Lizzo <3:
Black mask, Black sash, BEEEIITCH!!/ Pull-up, silence, *gasp*/ That’s my competition? HA!?/ Really ain’t much of it/ Kinda disrespectful just to ask me if I’m up for it/ Kinda plain silly if you really wanna ask me/ Who am I to judge nigguh? Maybe I’m just chopped beef/ Maybe I’m liver cuz I deliver the quiver of life/ Like a mid-wife and my flow: Xacto-Knife

Mikey:
We hittin ignorant muthafuckas dead in they dumb mouths/ Don’t let him utter a word of murder second it comes out/ Tell me Get clean money?/ You big dummy you get filthy/ Your girl gets felt up, your fans just feel me/ Ghost hunter pull a shank on trick Swayze/ You Pricks hate me give snickers to Dick Tracy/ So slick the spit pays me get crazy get dumb Get Cryphy / Give It Mikey!

I’ll Eat Anything
Give It To Mikey!!
I’ll Eat Anything
Give It To ME!!

Mikey:
I’ll Eat anything prices is priceless/ Tonight’s the prize fight/ My mic’s got knife grips/ Dead in the lime light lying in lye pits/ Sly with the locked grizz & high on slime thizz/ Hide & Seek/ She grinding on Grime Kids/ Prime Time/ High dive into prime rib / If I’m lyin I’m dyin/I f I’m right then I’m higher than a kite/ Flyin is Science, Pirex and the right appliance/ Brainiac dums dums snub ya scientifical/ Mike is the force and Mictlan is invincible/ I see that John yappin I’m jawn jackin/ Raw action to the chest knock em out his mall fashions/ Proper dappers to rappers that patent style (right?)/ Rocket launchers to gangsters who think they foul (werd?)/ Ain’t no future in no frontin ass melodrama/ Welcome to the Brown City Bangarang Bomb-a-rama

I’ll Eat Anything
Give It To Mikey!!
I’ll Eat Anything
Give It To Mikey!!

Mikey + Lizzo <3:
Hands in your pants if you wanna get throwed
Hands in your pants if you wanna burn dro
Hands in your slacks if you wanna get SNAXXX
SNAXXX ON DECKXXX
SNAXXX ON DECKXXX
Hands in your pants if you wanna get throwed
Hands in your pants if you wanna burn dro
Hands in your slacks if you wanna get SNAXXX
SNAXXX ON DECKXXX
SNAXXX ON DECKXXX
GET SLAPPED!
Track Name: WZRD SCIENCE (feat. Greg Grease)
WZRD Science featuring Greg Grease

Mike + Greg:
Bro Bruv full level wizardy 
BLK WZRDs crack swishers
Science is the history 
Cold Love Menace II Tha industry 
BLK WZRDs BLK MGC
Struggle outta misery 

Yo Greg
What up gee?
Bullys be broad but better just bitching and bickering so sickening isn't it?
Heyo Mike
What up fam?
These leeches blood sucking thirstfully gurgling rabies serving these babies no tit for teeth

Mike:
Feeling cliché when we say we caught up in the system/ But analyze my history shoulda been a statistic/ Shoulda been dead gone or rotten inside a prison/ Shoulda woulda coulda then why would I doubt this shit/ I was always crazy you fuckers just make the spins worse/ Cuz when my world is spinning at least I’ve gotten my lean first/ Dedicated to dumb dealers high on they own supply balloon eaters/ Scumbags u got no feelings
Mike is on the shit again/ Better sell em twice enough the milligrams to kill a man/ Peeling paint off ceiling fans/ Ativan and Adderall/ Couldn't bring the feeling back/ Xanax bar & Alcohol/ The weed is all thats healing that/ Disassociated Anti-Social Socialist Ex-Teenage Mutant Evolved Cleptomaniac/ Fever For Sub Culture Products and Sub-Subversive Screens/ American privilege vs. Mid-class Megalomania

Mike + Greg:
Bro Bruv full level wizardy 
BLK WZRDs crack swishers
Science is the history 
Cold Love Menace II Tha industry 
BLK WZRDs BLK MGC
Struggle outta misery 

Greg Grease:
the bearded and zero leave ya with the bleeding earlobes these lolly suckers soft as pillows my team is rough as brillos puffing cigarellos eating vittles in the rental my elbow hit his chin I claiming it was accidental you claim you pack the pencil im packing straps big as Iraq that's galactic issue that's official WZRD Science stay defiant when they acting menstrual if that's offensive then I'm sacrilegious have some tissue they baby butt breaths acting like know too much the daily unrest leaving those that's local immobile we need to mobilize and take control of the global they say I'm going postal I’m boastful and finna ghost you

Mike:
GOON in effect with a bruise in his neck/ No student to game move witta crook/ Who gotta crane for the cane that you cook/ A coup on the king haiku to the brain/ no kings no rules no jewels no chains/ I'm threw to the vein/ So they tell me Mikey you know you GOT THIS/ Kicks stay dirty shirt fulla bloody little blotches/ You slutty little batches sucking for small percentage profit/ Anxious ain’t this?/ Aimless and when I shoot aim back atomic range, microscopic/ Ain’t a thang to me I’m a change the game or I’ma break the obelisk carving my fucking lane/ Banking on that/ Banging on wax/ Swanging my axe
So when the shotty blast alter the cleaver is stuck awkward/ you can bet your hanging ass/ Double down/ Trouble sound/ Like “who really want some?”/ Grade em on sliding scale parmesan/ Cheesy rappers veggin to KRS-ONE’s Temple Run/ Til they heart is gone & ART IS GOD!
Track Name: Spicy Peeñ
Spicy Peeñ

I'm butter Braddock/ Death drug gutter/ Kickbox a Moonwalker
right off my Red Dwarf/ Jump man dimensions/ I-Omega Zip line
3 point zip ties/ Defying the whole culture/ Ghengis khan mongoloid 
No King rebellion/ Suffer no outward oppression or Galactica Asteroids/ Planet Wack digital space/ Nano optic blood cell redefinition/ Deep web singularity BASS/ One touch techno freak a nomics/ Atomicon Baby religion Islamic laws/ Mormon martial  octagons/ I'm locketing glocks/ Pocketing clocks / Latch & a lock key/ Door knocker rack job boss/ Bath salts in my water socks/ Stuffed in my rubber crocs/ Rubber cock tied to my other cock/ Thunder thighs / I'm wearing boots in the summertime/ Will Smith Summertime/ Eating a bag of FOP pork rinds/ like North Philly cops blowing the tops off of black hippies organized/ The brown Tom Sawyer
with a rich white lawyer / Tryna stay with a Stoya/ Spread the food like Goya Ugh!

You know I’m Spicy
You know I’m Peeñ’d Up
I got that Spicy Jalapeeña
That Spicy Holler Peeñ yeah
I got that Spicy all up in ya

I be on that creep mode bone in my neck skirt whisperer/ Still these girls don't wanna hold distance/ Baby I am Instant/ Darling we all GO!/ Got the green with the (*) To the flow/ Got the (*) SNAXXX to the floor/ Pull up to the scene/ Spicy Peeñ/ Space-Mexi face sexy/ Crocodile gut San Pedro Plaything/ Bubble back that juicy gut/ Bobbles heads cum groupie nut
Gobble birds that Coddle nuts And I'm the silly bitch/ Them rap sangers are dirty sluts/ Well Dirty is what Dirty does/ Like where the fucks my 30 bucks/ No where the fucks my 30 bucks!/ Candy Ass Pony Bwoy Mark ass Bootsy Gum Flappin Ass (What!?)/ Come & get me yeah/ I don't know no shit bout a Soft Ass Hard Head Mack Murder Back Burner Tip Doggin Ass yeah sweat me/ Tha Clerb is just so ignorant/ Twenzos in my cigarette/ Spoonfuls of that cinnamon/ Z3R0 of that 1%/ While y'all get so sensitive/ Fancy Men go sip the Cris/ & We can't use our sentences/ Doing Hoodrat stuff with my frenz/ Thats Doug Life Baby/ SHOCK the world go crazy/ KOOL crime caper/ Burn the Mercedes keep the top off/ The brown Tom Sawyer with a rich white lawyer/ Roll with black Huckleberry's/ Type a rapper bad for ya UGH!

You know I’m Spicy
You know I’m Peeñ’d Up
I got that Spicy Jalapeeña
That Spicy Holler Peeñ yeah
I got that Spicy all up in ya
Track Name: Flick Tha Bic
I'm on a “no work” diet/ Yeah I'm puffin on oil/ If you're lucky I'ma let you try it/ Nothing grown in soil / That's the spirit / Pass the torch/ I'll put the future near it/ Grown in the Ocean (OG)/ Ozone Waterworld/ Stuck in a cave man?/ Well whattya know?/ How they gone say u can't have it?/ How they gone say its a habit?/ When it's in your brain?/ When it stops your pain?/ Turn around and wanna call you an addict?/ Animal-like cannabinoid / When i'm all high then I'm annoyed/ Cuz man is a knife in a cannibal world / Cannabis laws to damage the bond/ One with the beast/ Son of the Leaf/ CB1 got my mind right / CB2 got my body on electric?/ Where ya brain been hiding at haaa?/ Got the lock? No key? – Okay/ Anyone with direct light/ See it thru growing & a method/ What to do in case of fire?/ Flick Tha Bic and make it higher / Bliff but I shake it off C'mon sun member when it wasnt cool? Now you spell it with a K/ Me in a ditch ditching summer school/ You in a class getting brave getting stuck on a grade/ Foot in the grave one on the neck/ Loogie in my chest mold on my lungs/ Resin on my teeth Got Resin in my gums Gotta Burn on my finger tip ash on my tongue/ Hash on a blunt/ Wax in a bong/ If all u do is Max on a couch, you doing it wrong/ Get all spacey don’t get lazy/ Dense the weed to make it crazy/ What to do in case of fire?/ Fan that shit and make it higher/ We dont want your lost desires/ Break the circuit burn the wires / We didn't start the fire liar/ Flick Tha Bic or the Pop the Lighter Flick Tha Bic or the Pop the Lighter Flick Tha Bic or…
Track Name: 85 Low 105 High
It's 85 at 4AM hollow eyed & wide awake/ Sweatin before the sun comes up waiting for that day to break/ The worm sleeps in 
the early bird learns to eat its egg/ You can bleach that wheat & bake or take the cake/ 15 was LSD 16 was B&E/ By 18 couldn't make the letters spell GED damn/ XY to Z 3 R 0 my man/ He always watched my back/ Kept me out the ghetto trap Now/ Alter egos put aside Multi-personality/ Your brain will learn to hide/ And save you from unbalancing/ Well ZERO taught me mine/ Bomb dissemble alarm tampering & breaking doors into my mind/ No posturing no pandering/ 85-105 says POWER 106 
101-405 take the traffic out the mix/ Off the freeway Under bridge Feel tha Backseat buzzin?/ Keep them Backstreets coming/ While the sack stay burnin like... 


I was in the backseat of my brother (Rich-Dog)’s… 85 Cutlass Euro grille Supreme/ Two 18's and 3 chronic joints trunk fulla steam/ Dip into to the Wet Side Raging Water Dreams/ Drip and then we let dry/ Light and now we get high/ Big Dipper Wetty Boy Duplo Block Re-Up/ Like a Dipset Diplo Dubstep Disco Remix/ But This is downtown stepped on brown/ Gutter as a mother fucker/ Didn't that coming huh?/ 95 degrees we on that perma fade/ Put me on the Hellapad hella blazed til I levitate
let me in the elevator/ Level up on lames/ This is my lane so you know... MOVE!/ Move you haters I'm just faded/ I got warrants and I'm crazy/ I just want the world to stop spinnin/ But Z3R0 calling me from Innerspace (hey!)/ Spitting out the window
Sweaty liquid in crescendos/ With the sun all in my face like...
Track Name: Dwnsze
POP! Don’t touch that! Hot/ Hands off the Thermostat/ Those Damn Kids we earn the hook up/ Mommy look no hands drop these pullups/ Baby gotta dookie/ But Daddy wont hurry the fuckup/ Sick Sick sicko ew dick fickle/ Hotter than jalapeños fatter than dill pickles/ The Family Guy right? just with a little more giggity/ I like the way you fake it/ No diggity. No dignity/ Empty the Ciroc/ Put on the MTV Jock Jams/ VH1 on mute and do an ESPN sports dance/ Dapper Dan Tap Out Shorts autographed by Curtis Jackson/ Stuntin with your daddy matching turquoise leather blouses/ Rappers posturing/ None of em ready for sum action/ Claymation stuck/ Cartoon mouses/ Growing  into Fat Rats/ Cheesy and real photogenic/ Squash em with the mallet/ Yell out Doomtree and they roll the credits

I see you sizing up my Dwnsze downwind of the wind up windup outta wind/ Wising on the “Why not?’s” “Why now?” “Why me?” while we just outta wind

That’s how I’m living and ya know.

Why we wallow in gun life plasticized in movies/ Yell up “this is one is mine”/ Holler back “Annie you Goonie”/ Oh yeah we Bangarang/ Developing cooties/ Doomtree, MN Neverland 2nd star to the right/ First Sign of light holding up a/ Fist of the Northstar/ Fight or fuck/ Flight or fall/ First to get crossed out/ And totally kriss crossed/ Honey we shrunk the system/ On trial for life and we keeping the lips locked.

I see you sizing up my Dwnsze downwind of the wind up windup outta wind/ Wising on the “Why not?’s” “Why now?” “Why me?” while we just outta wind

That’s how I’m living and ya know.
Track Name: Tryna Go (Feat. Freez)
Brillo knot clear stem/ Bill up rolled/ Pure cut fear kind man before wolf/ Follow instinct/ I Swallow throat lumps before pride/ Balloon tied like them tubes is/ America's favorite past time/ Narco trafficker carload Marco Polo cholo solo for dolo Roll up the front back/ The Non King Quantified/ Hollow body high/ Romanticized/ Posturing Rapper Dressage/ Intellect infanticide/ Acetone mixing with the bleach bone/ Breached street birth feet first to each his own zone heat blown/ Ozones Elbows  Kilos/ Metric system & Euros/ The world keeps time in them Turbos/ More fiber by the microgram/ Maximize the floor plan/ Fabric for the finance/ Shadow money micromanage/ Cuz when the shit hits the floor fan/ You don't got the fight/ To fan the flames/ Or the strength to walk the warpath 

Step to the left like you running from your death/ Then you move it to the right like you tryna live your life/ Know your peoples got your back and you tearing through the front/ Cuz you coming in surround sound surround sound surround sound
Track Name: HELLA FRREAL
I keeps it solo 100 spittin thousand Island/ Only man fresh off a boat in scuba gear thats high diving/ Mad Max Outcherian/ Hella Frrealien selling hail in a rainstorm slangin lake to a Mariner/ Marion Barry of rap politicking Manchurians/ Bone Herring back home's very own/ Road Barbarian/ Bury them bones with very little marrow/ Now I'm wearing Em / Swimming in many women need a condom filled aquarium/ Marry one of em? Nahh/ Snaxxx is coming, more the merrier/ Maybe I'll settle down retire me a veteran/ Then again maybe I'll shut tha fuck up how embarrassing/ Barely a local act touring outside  North America/ Various pizza parties parents keep their kids arrogant/ i'll Teach em how to GIVE a Dougie a little Nancy Kerrigan/ Whap whap to the back of the knee caps them truth nuggets/ Who the fuck is that?/ Uncle Mike with them Free Snaxxx!

Ahhhhhh Shiiiiiiit HE'S 
HELLA FRREAL
H-E-double L-A
FRREAL
Ahhhhhh Shiiiiiiit HE'S 
HELLA FRREAL
F- Double R-E-A-L
FRREAL

Loud, Brown & Ignorant/ I ain't no differ-ent/ Broker than the average bear/ Run up on your pick-inick/ Wetback Anarchy/ Tijuana Terrorist/ Broken home crack addict lair/ Gonna cluck ur kitchenware/ Young, Dumb & Dissident/ I ain't never innocent 
Hopeless, in Obama care/ Shut up you're just sick of it/ Jet black all of it/ Murderap killa shit/ We ain't got a coast up here/ Mid West Middle earth/ Ah shit Raw shit/ Zerokooler Gnar shit/ Ah shit I'm Nauseous/ Puking on magic carpets/ Ah shit get to work/ Big shoulders little dirt/ Shit'll hit the ceiling fan the pigs are gonna get it first/ Talk big let em chirp/ Boogie man'll make it hurt/ Smiling in your laughing face bottom of my warmest burp/ All up in my dirty grill/ Tell that bitch to eat a Cert/ Type a dame not worth the hurt/ Half a brain to try to flirt/ Pouring up a baby cup/ The shady Mack Crazy fuck/ Come and pick ur lady up/ Crack house Brady Bunch/ Yeah we know Your word is bond/ And you know Our word is bail/ Charge it to the PS3/ Bounce a check it's in the mail/ Drop a quarter/ Play the game / Kill the boss & Get the girl/ Outta order/ All the same/ Met em all/ And fucked the world/ Love em for the simple fact/ I keep it truer than the realest/ Hans Gruber multiplied by Bruce Willis yellin... SNAXXX!!!!!

Ahhhhhh Shiiiiiiit HE'S 
HELLA FRREAL
H-E-double L-A
FRREAL
Ahhhhhh Shiiiiiiit HE'S 
HELLA FRREAL
F- Double R-E-A-L
FRREAL
Track Name: SYKE! (feat. Spyder Baybie Raw Dog & P.O.S)
I wanna burn off all my fingerprints and tattoo circles underneath my eyes/ work on my levitation /straight like everyday I mean like everyday i mean like what the fuck a niggy gotta say  / I give the dick unconsciousness / harmless non sense / constantly lawn gets greener on the other side of the fence/ and i dont mean to be dense/ but I pop off to the party/ just to be with my friends / we all rawdogs / we all totally gross y'all suck livin no fucks given/ we all scumbags/ degenerate folks/ you think we deal with gravity homie not even close/ we fucked up/ we duckin the po’/ we touching all the girls that we don't even know/classic/ we flashin/heating up this mothafucka like a brick oven stove/
Track Name: Let Me Know (feat. Spyder Baybie Raw Dog, P.O.S & La Manchita)
Swing –Swingin on the wire
Decided to let my hands go
disco ball breaks
Everybody sniff the dancefloor
style eats (eatemup) (eatemup)
who let the beast out
the peace house? (eatemup)
wild blocks strut SHOCK light piccolo petes
junkies rot pitching hot wet gigolo meat
lick the teeth clean liquid courage in liters of Listerine
whats sicker? to be sick or sick of being me
Gentleman double deluxe luxury slumish influx
Luck is a losers battle ugh total Disgust
No Big Money No Off Limits No One to Trust
No Big City Currently King United We Crush
what up doc? roasting the rock bloated in-stock
loaded & locked rotten from the cot to the knot
talk with a cocked lip slick rick cockney
spittin out soggy broccoli thizzin with gilbert godfried

Bangarang bang galang galangin
You Fake it to you Make it
Say Fuck it till the Payment
Pay Me or Pay Me No Attention - Nuts Hangin
Doug Life dummy You Blingin We fucking Swanging
Bully the bully's wool to wolves ruling the coolie's
cooler that rodney o. pulling the wool fully
duty as hootie we blow salmon and muskie
damage a lung dusty zero to a hundred and something (pooooooom)
parking lot parlay pimpin an audience
par take in poor taste parlez vous franzia
Olympic pizza sports we surfing the crime waves
For you old timers sake we Increasing the grime rate
Met her on the West Bank but she came from Farmville
Tell her that her Breath Stanks what’d you feed her? Gaurdasil?
She don’t even dance right talking bout a party girl
Party Gurl Please heart of lamé from ArtAWhirl
super pretty super smart super sober super novas
supreceed the superteens & 30 something party divas
stupid ain’t it and conceded but peep I’m predisposed to see the scene for freaks geeks and breezy’s leaning on me
stop the skeezing on me I’m seeming lonely I’m just weeded reading thru people speaking freely bout sweaty bodies on me
Track Name: Scottie Pippen (feat. Z3R0K00L8D & Spyder Baybie Raw Dog)
It’s kinda like we both Scottie Pippen.
Track Name: MCAD (feat. Spyder Baybie Raw Dog)
MCAD

you went to MCAD
you werk in downtown now
saw you in a pink pant suit
now your looking presidential
you were a lesbian
you gotta husband now
he’s working on your portfolio
how you adore him
y’all wear the same shoes
khakis & polos too
saw you at hardtimes
you go to starbucks now
cuz they switched to free trade
your still a sell out bish
Ghostbusters tattoos don’t wash away


saw you at Caffrey’s
you munch at Subway now
you used to wheat paste
now you’re flipping real estate
you used to love your bike
now I can’t eat in your van
you used to spange for lunch
now you’re swiping Target cards
you used to BYB at the CC Club
now sipping real good
yuppy Uptown Beach Clubs
you drank Kombucha
now you’re mixing Crystal Light
dreads locks were gluten free
now there from the matrix


we used to hidden beach
you brought the 40’s
we used grain belt bridge
you used to enjoy this
we had a bike gang
your wheelies were the best
you were a kick ass chick
we used to beast all night
now you have a bed time
you used to smoke me up
now it gives you heartburn

old habits might but tattoos just won’t wash away
Track Name: SNAXXX Bag (My Last Words)
Ooey is gooey Ha. Ooey is gooey Ha. heaY yssuP si azziP. heaP yssuP si azziP. Ooey is gooey Ha. Ooey is gooey Ha. heaY yssuP si azziP. heaP yssuP si azziP. Ooey is gooey Ha. Ooey is gooey Ha. heaY yssuP si azziP. heaY yssuP si azziP.