Lyrics The Alligator King - Greaseball

Another evenin' in the trap house
Gripping cedar with Aretha in the background
Word on the street is you've proceeded to put tracks down
Tell your Aunt Frida that's the reason you get jacked now
I swear a pox on you sad bois
Fuck you gotta say
I seen the shaky dog in you
The storm blew me away
I'm taking pictures of my enemies' enemies' enemies
You ain't befriended me for shit
I'm out to cut the fat, I'll lay your cousin flat
I'll steal the thunder out from under you
Like who the fuck is this
Call me Coatrack Jones all season with the throwback
Seated on the throne, velvet pleated with the cognac
Feed a dog a bone, been creeping, brought the tone back
Chi Chi's on the phone, tell 'em Greasy brought the dope back

I've been golden since the exorcism
Chrome stiletto spring loaded with the mechanism
Bring Jehovah, I can show him where his Mecca isn't
Rolling like a boulder over homes of his peasant children
I'm a dirty rotten goblin, what the fuck you gotta say
I pick my teeth with an elephant tusk, the storm blew me away
Spread the word on the first and fifteenth, let them church bells ring
I done climbed up out the swamp a couple times before
You dinosaurs are nothing to The Alligator King
Call me Jumbo, Horacio, bu-bump- oh golly
Got the trunk bumping Pablito and
Punk for the sloppy hoes
Th-Thump, Oh Papi, Oh
I'm up in that tilapia
I'm coming for the top, but
Who the fuck is trying to stop me though

I got them reaching for the Fiji water
Sweet dreams when I'm sleeping with the preacher's daughter
Heat seekers follow me, I lead the sheep to slaughter
Creepin' in-between the sheets she screamin'
Pull the demon off her
Clack clack goes Petunia
What the fuck you gotta say
I left you clowns in the sewer, the storm blew me away
Send your love to your loved ones, send a message overseas
The man behind the mask is fighting back
The type of cats who hide the facts and like to act
When quite in fact you know it's me
Pulpo Brown and Maxine with the fat hips
Cruise through your town with Bactine on her black lips
Lookin' for Martha, got the green and the catnip
Hunting like a shark in a sea full of fat kids