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Color These Motherfuckers

Hard southern hip-hop with cinematic trip-hop and R&B crossover, Mississippi blues guitar, bowed cello, distorted sub-bass, stuttering beats, brass-band bounce, half-time groove, spoken atmospheric intro, narrative rapid-fire verses, repeated shouted chant refrain, female lead vocal with cocky spoken delivery, crowd-chant hook, elongated vocalized phrases, bold defiant warm character, punchy close vocal, gritty low end, dramatic section lifts and explosive final hook

V6

[Intro — spoken, female, cocky]
Hold the fuck up!
If you see yourself in these pages,
don't call me. Call your conscience!
[Beat drop]

[Verse 1 — rapid fire]
Payroll parasite, got a badge and a chair,
Eight hours on the clock, ain't done shit but stare.
Desk full of gossip, keyboard full of crumbs,
Clock out with a check and the work still undone!
You call me difficult 'cause I asked you to move?
Bitch, I ain't bitter, I'm allergic to YOU!
BBI watching with a magnifying glass,
Know everybody's business, can't finish one task.
Who she dating? Where she going? Who bought that?
Investigate that inbox! Your deadlines stacked!

[Hook — shouted, double time]
COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Shade 'em in red!
All that empty space where the common sense fled!
COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Pink, green, blue!
If the snake got your face, baby, that's on YOU!
We got a name for everybody, no need to guess!
Biatch on the Mic, we color the mess!

[Verse 2 — faster, biting]
Plan B Snake calling, “Girl, you free tonight?”
Your first-choice crew canceled? Bitch, I was right!
Wasn't on the invite, now I'm suddenly the plan?
I ain't a spare tire! Go walk, goddamn!
Ask-Hole on my line with a sugar-sweet plea,
“Hey, how you been?” Girl, what you need from me?
Every call a bill, every text a request,
You ain't checking on my heart, you checking my assets!
ATM Anaconda got the nose for a check,
Soon as money hits my hand, got a mouth at my neck!
Benefit Bandit, put your cape back on,
You only save yourself, then your ass is gone!

[Hook — full crowd chant]
COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Grab your damn pen!
The same old snakes trying new skin again!
COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Don't miss a spot!
Trace around that bullshit, color every damn plot!
We got a name for everybody, yes we do!
Biatch on the Mic, and the next page is YOU!

[Verse 3 — rapid, playful nasty]
Bitter Bitch Snake with the sour-ass face,
I took one step up, now you mad at my pace?
You was cheering for my struggle, quiet for the win,
Smile so damn tight, need a crowbar to grin!
Mush Neck Vulture circling, waiting for a fall,
Big beak, little business, got opinions on all!
Hey, Houdini Crew, why you back from the dead?
“Hey, stranger!” Bitch, who disappeared instead?
Don't rattle at my door like I'm scared of the sound,
I paved that motherfucker—ain't no grass around!

[Break — spoken, laughing]
And when they lean over asking,
“Whatchu coloring?”
YOUR ASS! Now mind your business!

[Final hook — explosive]
COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Print it for free!
Five whole pages of pure petty therapy!
Color at your desk, color at your house,
Just don't let the BBI come peeping around!
Get the free book, then go press play!
Biatch on the Mic, baby—BYE, OKAY?!

2722/7500

[Intro — spoken, female, cocky] Hold the fuck up! If you see yourself in these pages, don't call me. Call your conscience! [Beat drop] [Verse 1 — rapid fire] Payroll parasite, got a badge and a chair, Eight hours on the clock, ain't done shit but stare. Desk full of gossip, keyboard full of crumbs, Clock out with a check and the work still undone! You call me difficult 'cause I asked you to move? Bitch, I ain't bitter, I'm allergic to YOU! BBI watching with a magnifying glass, Know everybody's business, can't finish one task. Who she dating? Where she going? Who bought that? Investigate that inbox! Your deadlines stacked! [Hook — shouted, double time] COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Shade 'em in red! All that empty space where the common sense fled! COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Pink, green, blue! If the snake got your face, baby, that's on YOU! We got a name for everybody, no need to guess! Biatch on the Mic, we color the mess! [Verse 2 — faster, biting] Plan B Snake calling, “Girl, you free tonight?” Your first-choice crew canceled? Bitch, I was right! Wasn't on the invite, now I'm suddenly the plan? I ain't a spare tire! Go walk, goddamn! Ask-Hole on my line with a sugar-sweet plea, “Hey, how you been?” Girl, what you need from me? Every call a bill, every text a request, You ain't checking on my heart, you checking my assets! ATM Anaconda got the nose for a check, Soon as money hits my hand, got a mouth at my neck! Benefit Bandit, put your cape back on, You only save yourself, then your ass is gone! [Hook — full crowd chant] COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Grab your damn pen! The same old snakes trying new skin again! COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Don't miss a spot! Trace around that bullshit, color every damn plot! We got a name for everybody, yes we do! Biatch on the Mic, and the next page is YOU! [Verse 3 — rapid, playful nasty] Bitter Bitch Snake with the sour-ass face, I took one step up, now you mad at my pace? You was cheering for my struggle, quiet for the win, Smile so damn tight, need a crowbar to grin! Mush Neck Vulture circling, waiting for a fall, Big beak, little business, got opinions on all! Hey, Houdini Crew, why you back from the dead? “Hey, stranger!” Bitch, who disappeared instead? Don't rattle at my door like I'm scared of the sound, I paved that motherfucker—ain't no grass around! [Break — spoken, laughing] And when they lean over asking, “Whatchu coloring?” YOUR ASS! Now mind your business! [Final hook — explosive] COLOR THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! Print it for free! Five whole pages of pure petty therapy! Color at your desk, color at your house, Just don't let the BBI come peeping around! Get the free book, then go press play! Biatch on the Mic, baby—BYE, OKAY?!