Eaten Alive (Thomas Dimuzio Remix)
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Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on
That's redundant when one takes a foot
And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light
You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life
When the fuck the swamp turn into real estate?
Spirits in the weeping willows heavyweight
Spirits out the bathtub for the everyday
Heavy mist got vision cloudy anyway
Anywhere they go they never get away
Shotgun in the Chevy and we can't wait to play
Don't fuck up a Dollar General for Gatorade
It's gators waitin' in the water, chillin', fuck it, he could wait
Grab a motherfucker and then fade away
Wrestle with the scales until the break of day
Bullet through a bottle like it's breakaway
Shattered glass amassing on the grasses where the babies play
Bleedin' feet can bring the beast out any day
Bleedin' hearts come teachin' thinkin' they can save
But they make you save their favors for a rainy day
It's way too many dead around for fake ass prayers to make a way
Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on
That's redundant when one takes a foot
And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light
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, your flashy wouldn't last a week
Used to stand out by just standin' 'til he atrophy
Sticky's tattooed on his lips so he don't have to speak
Hood commando flip a gram up to a half a ki'
Pop a band up out the bando 'bout a half a week
Pimpin' partners lock it down, they feel like Master P
And you ain't in the trap house 'less you got a master key
The rims are thirty inches here because the grass is deep
Gold on his molars 'cause he only got 'bout half his teeth
You passin' through to spread your gospel, you gon' have to leave
Wrapped up in a casket of the only ones the pastor see
Most 'cues ain't verbal, why you wastin' time with flattery?
All kings are bastards 'round here, that just happens naturally
Bathwater babies creep about the bayou magically
And leave your brains behind the outhouse in the grass for cats to eat
Don't you step a foot up in the swamp with your gators on
That's redundant when one takes a foot
And ain't never slipped up in your city uninvited
Wish a motherfucker would
Stay put, this shot is heavy, your frame light
You're more than six degrees and can't explain the life
You never lived, you'll never leave, it's curtains
The fog over the swamp should make you nervous
Take the chorus, then weigh the water child
Pious to the demons speakin' English via crocodile
Cock a smile sideways, church to Sunday
Sometimes that shit you didn't know more dangerous than gunplay