Story Behind the Song
This is the first single released off of Slacka's upcoming album, Fla-Less. The album is set to be released in April!
Lyrics
And at last Slacka's back spittin fiction & shittin facts/
sittin back, hittin sacks, so long, I'm sick of that/
gettin crunk/ but still not giving a fuck/
my daily routine's cracking and re-filling the blunt/
caught in mid-air screaming/ now rot in a cage deamon/
un-lock the gates and ingage, full-force swingin/
Im steamin mad/ decievin your dad, who's glad/
seein you recieving the worse beatin that you've ever had/
watch me corrupt your son, the day before he's born/
have him choke you to death, with his umbilical chord/
I just got outta court for shooting st. Nick on christmas/
let the judge suck my dick & my case was dismissed/
and i'll be dammed if the plan wasn't perfectly planned/
but the scam was a sham & was purposly dammed/
by the man in the van eatin spam out the can/
who didn't understand who the fuck I am/
I said you really don't wann know Who I Am/
A solo soldier, so alone I stand/
and I don't need DSO to hold my hand/
Im smokin DRO slowly whodie, its just Who I Am/
I can point fingers and name reasons/ the game's leavin/
its plain being/ to change seasons/ and stay freezing/
achieve to stay chiefin, & I keep em believin that they even/
but they grievin, mistreating the meaning of dreamin/
and it's so obvious, yall be runnin outta shit/
when every other song is another remix/
if it was up to me, Id put all you bitches on welfare/
and send the fresh prince backpackin to belair/
you faggots need to use more action & less words/
talkin bout you want revenge, what, revenge of the nerds?/
to return in herds of herbs, beggin me for erb/
you should've learned your lesson the first time you got turned/ Away/
Now stay!/ and save your battle for another day/
another time, another place, in a southern state/
cuz when I cruise through your clueless crew's through/
who am I?/ Tom Cruise wives, dream come true/
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I can be gettin my ass kicked/ wrapped up in plastic/
catch the last hit & bounce back like elastic/
it's tragic, but Slacka's goin down as a classic/
for graphic lyrics that cause nothin but havoc/
Im the head of your household/
bitch keep your mouth closed/
caught with your pants down talking shit out your asshole/
your on wack mode/ all yo bitches is crack ho's/
in-fact yo, stacker 2 aint stacked like Slack's ho's.
got the usual suspects, redneck roughnecks/
shit, priest malest, & she's arrested for rough sex/
"let's protest" until we get surrounded/
gunshots sounded, drop down to the ground then/
the fucking town around was astounded/
cuz every fuckin cop on the block got shot down then/
Bin Laden was founded/ stuffed then Mounted/
forced to worship Jesus Christ & fuck Rose McGowan/
"Who"
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