Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)

It ain't Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon' have to fight
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right

Boots
I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
You salivate at the sound of the bell
I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin',
"Gimme all the loot!"
Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
Chillin' in a house of ill repute
But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
Come and get some, if you ain't got it

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Boots
Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea
cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish
If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
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Made the rulin' class hate us more
than child sup-port payments
to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you,
"It's all gravy!"
See you can't trust a big grip and a smile
And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
Now there's a rumble in the jungle
never mumble though I humble
Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
Now what you make is point-oh-one
percent of what the boss make
And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great
If this ain't straight you think you
wanna sit down and negotiate
You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
Don't get frustrated, discombobulated
Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches
Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches
Makin' money sellin plastic pouches
As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is
covered wit' roaches!"
Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it
The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!

Chorus

Bridge
Systematic playa-hation
Green paper complications
Got my ass an education
Can I get an application??

Boots
Pam the Funkstress

* Pam cuts n scratches Prince: "Thank
you for a funky time.." *

Boots
It's kinda funky..
Mat Machine-Gun Kelly!