Mutiny-The Goats

Mutiny - The Goats Written by：The Goats/Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo Jump out the speakers go f**k F**k f**k you up F**k f**k you up F**k f**k you up F**k f**k you up F**k f**k you up In 1991 I took a little trip Along with swayback Down the mighty mississippi I took a lot of blunts We took a lot of weed We chased them nazis To the town of new orleans We fired our guns But them nazi's kept a coming Popped in the clip Then we started to unload We fired our guns Then the punks started running Down the mississippi To the gulf of mexico Tell y'all bros F**k the colds I got the flows to break ya nose Act like ya knows Throwing lyrics like blows From a heavyweight contender Mix my styles in a blender Never I surrender F**k that love me tender It's mutiny on the bounty So just call me captain bligh I know you wanna step But you too shy shy hush hush Before I bust you in your eye You little punk Now let's talk representing Standing on a corner Rhyming with some tec'in You only need a gun If you can kill a politician Or some nazi clan f**k That needs a buck buck Keep talking constipated Watch your sh*t get stuck Up your butt The influx ain't enough Chilling at my crib But my crib is kind a rough So someone mistook me For something that I wasn't Some uneducated brother Smoking on a prism You rolling like a tank Reaching for a shank You nazi punk b*tch Walk the mother f**king plank Jump out the speakers go f**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k F**k F**k F**k you up Word to chico Got chased down to puerto rico Started taking nazis out Like my name was nice It's the truth g They trying to get me in the mutiny Now every nazi in the town Trying to shoot me No scrutiny no time to think One time they even Threw the kitchen sink On the brink Or should I say point blank This way or that way Everybody's on the take So f**k it I ain't trying to kick the bucket By the hands of a nazi or klansman Unleashed like man's best beast Or friend that gets five and takes ten Then again minorities should self defend So you pretend that You're bending over backwards When in reality You're all a bunch of actors So the facts they stay in our favor Now we savor the flavor Of the weavers of fans But baby you can keep your f**king food stamps F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up Hey children what's that sound Just a nazi punk getting beat down Just some clown who felt Like a mounds bar Now I've got nuts in the trunk of my car And we ain't too far away From the cop spot Dust 'em in the parking lot Two bucks in the chop shop Plop plop fizz fizz here comes the buzz Ain't a d**n thing changed Ain't that the name of the song 'cause So I bust up the block like speed racer Good cop bad cop trying to give chase But this is no waste 'Cause I lose them all the next time Running out of gas baby no time to work But I don't squirm I just hurry hurry up Drop the load And watch the ride explode So let it be told When you drink your next 40 No pig shot no story No goats no glory F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up F**k you up