Boys from the Big Red (feat. Boss Turt)

I've been on the grind for quite some time now
And I hope the fans in the Big Burn crowd
Realize that sometimes all you really need
Is a Bird chilling in your house
God gave me the kinda hunger
That will put doubters in a slumber
Now on my path I may have stumbled
But I know now to always be humble
Never was I the Qback in them huttles
But a new Murn emerges from the ashes and ruble
Leaving lyricists nothing but befuddled
And my bitches always wrapped in a tussle
Always extreme and not so subtle
Burn will always be on that hustle
And you assholes can't touch this
Like the rings owned by Bill fucking Russell

Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred
Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred

Pimps be busting Wurtele be nutting
This game ain't nothing but dollar signs and stuffing
Where I come from these hoes be cheap
5 dollar bill and a cup full of skeet
Out on the corner, dick in my hand
I'd sell my own ass just to make a grand
Don't complain slut it's nothing but ease
Nuts in your mouth taste that under cheese
Two dicks in the ass, that's all it takes
Daycare for a month that's how mommies pay
You must know by now, you speak when spoken too
Step out of line, your face turn black and blue
There ain't no pleasure in smacking these hoes
Pimping ain't easy, shit you already know
Who am I kidding? It ain't that difficult
Do I feel bad? Fuck these hoes are expendable

Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred
Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred

Ohh look at Burn! He's so fucking tasteless
Always rhyming with misogynistic statements
Spewing forth vexatious debasements
Testing your insular impatience
So be angry, but no indignation
See it's called abstract imagination
So fuck you, I'm a perspicacious
Faithless cynical moral agent
Just face it, you're stuck to the basics
Fucking bible thumping xenophobic papists
Using holy pages to base ya faith in
It's allegorical ya ignoramus
Fear based identity formation
Leads to a spiral of spiritual enslavement
Laced with misguided hatred, forever unilluminated

Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred
Shit can't get worse kill us all dead
Here comes a tale about the boys from the big red
Stuck in this hearse fucked in the head
Try telling us we haven't earned this street cred