Lyrics Mud Pies - Nejma Nefertiti

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster
The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

Red Woman drop a fed woman hunt you get ya head tooken
Straight out the concrete jungle the getting bread woman
Light skinned North African on the map to win
Hand to hand style tomahawk you in ya abdomen
Flip the script send pathogens to the Vatican
Never seen it coming we brought them a Mary Magdalene
You too fat my friend eating off the backs of men
On the media telling us lies and we tappin in
Bring it back to black again indigenous inhabitants
X woman carry boomerangs javelins
Sword woman horse woman bring the force woman
Run the course woman I'm a boss woman with the sauce woman
The verbalizer rhythm provider the architect the overseer
Markswoman X Clan Professor NeF
You mothafuckaz def rhyming over vocals
It's like listening to karaoke your entire set

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster
The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster
The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

Muddy waters bloody borders they went happy go lucky on us
It's all upon us ain't no mystery how they con us
The spear thrower ya career blower sheer boa
The real cobra the viper make you keel ova
This my habitat you a ratty brat
Splatter that from NY train tracks to Atlanta & back
Get on some country gramma shit I will can a bitch
Banana clips I'm like how Tony Montana is
Evocative you in the presence of a prophetess
Unstoppable even when I did a proper bid
I am the bag and the prize the key and lock to this
You know my swagger is live empty the cartridges
Give Frenchie the props that he deserves
The game owes him barely unlocked it with the Hors d'Oeuvres
Respect due grab the mic and check you
Light work you ain't saying nothing I present food

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster
The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster

The boxer star of the roster I'm the mobster
The doctor fresh out the oven we made a monster