Текст песни Greasy Lake - Sloth Mob

We with a new school of music this our alma mater
Pull up to the Greasy Lake we found a corpse in the water
There's a reason I be dreaming dip your feet in you may never come back out
If you sink in where you'll be then when the sun black out

Stuck at the bottom
There's no hope of escaping once you've let yourself go
How can you expect to blossom
(Sucking you under the wetland, Greasy Lake trying to make you a dead man)
When you're poisoning others with your rot and your cold
There's too many god damn thoughts tied up inside my brain
Right side is chained and left got way too much to say
(So much to say)
You've got an image of me I'ma break the frame
Never let it leave a stain
Maybe I can outlast the pain
Got some strength left in my veins

We with a new school of music this our alma mater
Pull up to the Greasy Lake we found a corpse in the water
There's a reason I be dreaming dip your feet in you may never come back out
If you sink in where you'll be then when the sun black out

We try to be pious
Sloth Mob always choose love over violence
Not our fault if we causing a riot
Plot of our mission ain't keeping it quiet
So talk all that shit
I'ma tell a bitch can it
I got balls like a pirate ship cannon
You never planning to swim with the salmon
Xibalba goin' need a new soul to exam
I'ma put my life at risk if I keep on living life like this
Man, is it a crime to want my kids
To see me as a guy that did worthy shit with his time on this planet
I think our fifteen minutes is almost up
Luckily we only needed a fifth of it
Too bad you kinda suck at division then
I guess someone should call a mortician in

Spraying the bodies of the opposition
I'm taking position to kill them all
Too many boys that were lost to the Fentanyl
Gambling with death and the fools always bet it all
Gibbon with a skull mask plotting the end of your sanity
Swing through the mess I'm high in the canopy
Got enough knowledge to know
Your fake front will not be able to handle me
Deep in my mind
When the serpent arrived in the hellscape
Grab the axe and I gave him a new face
Now I am no longer in the same place
A rabid rodent I'm escaping the rat race
Stroodle Boy got the Draco and it's tucked
Shots like Giannis I play for the Bucks
This is all skill I don't leave it to luck, nah
Killing this shit for the fake thoughts
Killing this shit for the red dots
Killing this shit for the lack of integrity y'all got
Dismissing the people that gonna go tie knots
Y'all fail to acknowledge
The fact that your mind lacks accurate knowledge
Stroodle will always pay homage
To the ones that helped him ascend and got all his old ways abolished, yuh
Too many people are starting to sink
Collapse and chaos, we on the brink
Greasy Lake you goin' die in its water
It's filling your mind with thoughts of the slaughter
It's got a grip round your neck like a collar
Better ring up God, maybe you'll just be the lucky caller
Or you'll end up sacrificed at Hell's alter