Mud Pies Lyrics

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster

The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

Red Woman drop a fed woman hunt you get ya head tooken

Straight out the concrete jungle the getting bread woman

Light skinned North African on the map to win

Hand to hand style tomahawk you in ya abdomen

Flip the script send pathogens to the Vatican

Never seen it coming we brought them a Mary Magdalene

You too fat my friend eating off the backs of men

On the media telling us lies and we tappin in

Bring it back to black again indigenous inhabitants

X woman carry boomerangs javelins

Sword woman horse woman bring the force woman

Run the course woman I'm a boss woman with the sauce woman

The verbalizer rhythm provider the architect the overseer

Markswoman X Clan Professor NeF

You mothafuckaz def rhyming over vocals

It's like listening to karaoke your entire set

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster

The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster

The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

Muddy waters bloody borders they went happy go lucky on us

It's all upon us ain't no mystery how they con us

The spear thrower ya career blower sheer boa

The real cobra the viper make you keel ova

This my habitat you a ratty brat

Splatter that from NY train tracks to Atlanta & back

Get on some country gramma shit I will can a bitch

Banana clips I'm like how Tony Montana is

Evocative you in the presence of a prophetess

Unstoppable even when I did a proper bid

I am the bag and the prize the key and lock to this

You know my swagger is live empty the cartridges

Give Frenchie the props that he deserves

The game owes him barely unlocked it with the Hors d'Oeuvres

Respect due grab the mic and check you

Light work you ain't saying nothing I present food

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster

The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster

The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster