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Eaten Alive
clipping.; Ted Byrnes; Jeff Parker
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your 'gators on (tsk)
That's redundant when one takes a foot (take that)
And I ain't never slicked up in your city, uninvited (uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light (light?)
You're more than six degrees, and can't explain the life (huh)
When the fuck,the swamp turn into real estate? (Uh)
Spirits in the weeping willows heavyweight (yeah)
Spirits out the bathtub for the everyday
Heavy mists got vision cloudy, anyway
Any way they go, they never get away (run)
Shotgun in the shed, and he can't wait to play (ha)
Fucked up a Dollar General for Gatorade
It's 'gators waiting in the water, chillin', fuck it, he can wait
Grab a motherfucker, and then, fade away
Wrestle with the scales, until the break of day (uh)
Bullet through bottle, like it's breakaway
Shattered glass amassing on the grasses, where the babies play
Bleeding feet could bring the beast out any day
Bleeding hearts come teachin', thinkin' they could save
They may, should save their favors for a rainy day
It's way too many dead around, for fake-ass prayers to make a way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your 'gators on (tsk)
That's redundant when one takes a foot (take that)
And I ain't never slicked up in your city, uninvited (uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light (uh)
You're more than six degrees, and can't explain the life
When the fuck the swamp turn into fashion week?
Used to be pull up here, flashy wouldn't last a week (tsk)
Used to stand out by just standing, 'til he atrophied
Stitches tattooed on his lips, so he don't have to speak (shh)
Hood commando, flip a gram up to a half a ki' (uh)
Pop a band up, out the bando, 'bout a half a week
Pimpin' partners lock it down, they feel like Master P (uh)
And you ain't in the trap house, 'less you got a master key
The rims are 30 here, because, the grass is deep
Gold on his molars 'cause, he only got 'bout half his teeth
You passing through, to spread your gospel, you gon' have to leave
Wrapped up in a casket, are the only ones the pastor sees (huh)
Most cues ain't verbal, why you wasting time with flattery? (huh)
All kings are bastards 'round here, that just happens, naturally (yeah)
Bathwater babies creep up, out the bayou, magically
And leave your brains behind the outhouse, in the grass for cats to eat (whoa!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your 'gators on
That's redundant when one takes a foot (take that)
And I ain't never slicked up in your city, uninvited (uh)
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy (heavy), your frame light (uh)
You're more than six degrees, and can't explain the life
You never lived, you never leave, it's curtains
The fog over the swamp, should make you nervous (ah)
Take the chorus
They weighed the water, child
Highest to the demon, speaking English via crocodile
Cock a smile sideways, church for Sunday
Sometimes, that shit you didn't know, more dangerous than gun play
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