This track (believe it or not!) is written from the perspective of a teenage mother I knew when I was young. She dealt with a few situations in a similarly delicate manner... (I did this version in order to get a 'metal' sounding female acoustic cover, which I find is more effective than prompting directly for acoustic metal) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [intro] Tha fuk?! [drop] (ha!) [verse] Well god damn, shit brick (quit ya hissy fit) That mouthin ain't gittin profound, Did ya man impression for a bit, Till the bitchin's slapped round, Ya nuts git stuck in the lost and found? They're at the bottom of dis crater, I made by slammin' ya face down, [chorus] Nice yap yap yappin, But fuh-fuh-fuckin, ya stuh-stuh-stuh-stutterin, coincidin wit realisation, Talkin ain't walkin, (what now?!) Explanation be a buh-buh-buh-beat down [hook] now fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin chow down, On ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin clown down, smudged ya make up, when ya gots ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Minced meat in vegetable town, buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! [drop] (ha!) [verse 2] Well big man, show hands (big mouth, small plans) chest puffin' don't mask lack 'o' back, little buh-buh-boy hidin' in buh-buh-big man, ya turn round bend over, well am savin that for ya mother, ya luck git stuck, cover got drowned, bitch tripped as ya pants fell down. [chorus] Nice yap yap yappin, But fuh-fuh-fuckin, ya stuh-stuh-stuh-stutterin, coincidin wit realisation, Talkin ain't walkin, (what now?!) Explanation be a buh-buh-buh-beat down [hook] now fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin chow down, On ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin clown down, smudged ya make up, when ya gots ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Minced meat in vegetable town, buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! [drop] (ha!) [outro] Funny. Ya seemed real hungry bro, Didn't like ya meal deal though, Schroedinger's stomach, (Both empty and full) See dat hunger plummet, as ya gets served up, (Sack 'o' shit filled wit ya own bull) Buh-buh-buh bitch slaps, enjoyed ya teeth, (now enjoy tha gaps) drinkin meals from now on, (so stick your straw in that) you're welcome, anytime. (Any place) (Anywhere) All ya showin showed ya weren't there, Now fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin chow down, On ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Fuh-fuh-fuh fuckin clown down, smudged ya make up, when ya gots ya buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! Minced meat in vegetable town, buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! buh-buh-buh beatdown, (beatdown!) beatdown! (ha!) [end]
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