Taggin' Out
What the deal when I pull out the 9-mil
Bustin' off shots watching all your caps peel
It's a brand new record with the same old feel
And I'm still spitting verses and I always keep it real
I'm the old T-Trio all wrapped in one
The same Rag-A-Muffin, dirty bastard son
Gonna keep it dirty till we're dead and done
Anybody tryna ride, better grab your guns
On the run, taggin' out with the bank notes
Taggin' up tongues now I'm taggin' up throats
Get the show started bring it, bring it on home
Ladies and gentlemen it's Cyanide and Silicone
Dust jacket, no sleeves, nomadic
No matter what you heard, we are not Wack Packers
This is Cyanide and Silicone taggin' on home to a new town
Imma pinch your shit like a clown nose
God damn it Dale, smog on the hammock
Cause we lighting up the ivy and we blow it through a bounty roll
Roll, roll tootsie in the back
Playing footsies with a big fat bitch
Taggin' fish for the county joes
In my journal, drew a sketch a 45
Next day I drew the Titanic from the pointed side
Had a near beer and some near fear
Cause I spilled the tear gas and it's fogging up my fucking rearview
Bustin' off shots watching all your caps peel
It's a brand new record with the same old feel
And I'm still spitting verses and I always keep it real
I'm the old T-Trio all wrapped in one
The same Rag-A-Muffin, dirty bastard son
Gonna keep it dirty till we're dead and done
Anybody tryna ride, better grab your guns
On the run, taggin' out with the bank notes
Taggin' up tongues now I'm taggin' up throats
Get the show started bring it, bring it on home
Ladies and gentlemen it's Cyanide and Silicone
Dust jacket, no sleeves, nomadic
No matter what you heard, we are not Wack Packers
This is Cyanide and Silicone taggin' on home to a new town
Imma pinch your shit like a clown nose
God damn it Dale, smog on the hammock
Cause we lighting up the ivy and we blow it through a bounty roll
Roll, roll tootsie in the back
Playing footsies with a big fat bitch
Taggin' fish for the county joes
In my journal, drew a sketch a 45
Next day I drew the Titanic from the pointed side
Had a near beer and some near fear
Cause I spilled the tear gas and it's fogging up my fucking rearview
Credits
Writer(s): Brin Boner
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