Crawdad Break Down
Yeah, in comes the dude with the spit shit,
Hot off the press like the crack in ya kitchen, huh,
I’m like a suicidal teen who seen her dreams gleam in the railroad light as it flipped green,
Like the weed that the government push,
California dream is just another thing that the government took,
Throw the book at me, I’ll beat you till you turn blue, like the color beneath the badge of those who protect and serve you,
And I ‘aint talking about the cops, I’m talking about the dude working graveyard at the Days Inn, punching the clock,
Pushing tube socks of pharmaceuticals to supplement for the taxes you docked,
You don’t know me, no you do not, this the only path left to rock,
Who the f..ck do I need to kill, to keep my lights and pay my bills,
You don’t know me, no you do not, this the only path left to rock,
Who the f..ck do I need to kill, to keep my lights and pay my bills,
Crawdad, Organ Grinder, Easy St., Ology, Character Assassins, Shanghai
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too,
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine,
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes,
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that,
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at,
I might just need to take a little break now,
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down,
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too,
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine,
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes,
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that,
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at,
I might just need to take a little break now,
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down,
I’ve done more harm to a blank page then heroin to my class in eighth grade,
They say whatever, I say get clever, if it’s all about the cheddar you better get headed to better endeavors,
Get your head severed, the better the push, the better the approach,
Systematically implode before you get in my zone,
You know the poems deep in the blood stream, back to my childhood, back to that one team,
To that one time, back to the first rhyme I ever spit, spit on me, shit on me, hit on me,
Beat the shit out of it, sit out of it, get out and admit I’ve done some bad things,
The fad seems to swing as the pendulum moves to the sound of the kick drum,
Shits done I’m over it, until the impression it leaves weaves through the pen and it explodes a bit,
Sober with an attitude to overthrow the baddest crew, leave um with they jaws open, saying he’s the magical mad man making moves like a matador on meth with the methods to bring the masses through, what,
I knew a man who said he had no answers, just questions,
So many factors, to these lessons, and it matters, we’re being tested,
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too,
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine,
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes,
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that,
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at,
I might just need to take a little break now,
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down,
I go tit for tat-tattoo with the fact that you been a bad cat too,
Got to have that, little bit of heartbreak, little bit of sunshine,
Little bit of asshole, little bit of sometimes,
Who’s going to have that, man you better pass that,
I’m so high I can’t tell where my ass at,
I might just need to take a little break now,
Face stays straight down, this is how you break down
© 2013 Crawdad/Crawford
